shirt, disappeared into the fray below me, but I held the bottle tight with both hands and managed to slop some more liquor into my mouth as I flowed along. The resemblance of my own portly belly and bald head to The Greens tickled my mind; I was just a pasty, fuzzy and slightly larger version. I soon found myself completely nude and awash on a wave of slimy, stinking green bodies... and laughing hysterically.

  The End

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