Stubbs: "Hey SP, remember that 100 bales of hay we picked up yesterday that's still on the trailer?"
Me: "Yeah...."
Stubbs: "Let's go stack it in the hay storage, man. Stack it high and stack it deep!"
Me: "Uh, it's 97 degrees out there, and Stubbs, you have a reputation...and work ethic isn't necessarily a primary component if you know what I'm saying. No offense."
Stubbs: "None taken, Big Kahuna. I'm turning over a new leaf, man. I'm leaving that old life behind me. Startin' fresh here in the high desert. I want to really make a hand, ya know?"

So we went to work throwin' hay bales. Got near to finished and I noticed Stubbs had vanished? Oh shcitt, we must have buried the little dood somewhere under the hay! Heartsick and worried, I tore into the haystack desperately trying to find the sawed-off little guy. I found him all right...guess some behaviours from Oregon remain despite my best efforts:

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Soon it will be time for Stubbs to find a new therapist, I'm afraid.

Mercy ceases to be a virtue when it enables further injustice. -Brent Weeks

~Molɔ̀ːn Labé Skýla~