GarGar was in a quandary. He had won the ping-pong tournament handily, but he’d given no thought at all as to prizes. As the winner, he was happy to accept a simple congratulatory toast. To each of the women, GarGar presented a white rose that he deftly presented out of thin. GarGar’s younger sister, who’d watching the men and women interact, cleared her throat. “Ah, heeeem! Is that all of the action you can muster for the night?”
GarGar laughed and pointed one of the guard’s rifles at her, “Shall we engage in a little target practice?” “Don’t be vulgar!” Replied Pirouette. “I can understand wanting to appear handy with a gun, but really!”
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