A boozy fellow finds
himself in one of those small towns that only exist in films where all the
townsfolk are involved in unlikely conspiritorial, murdery activities.
Still, must create a
pleasant sense of a unified community during the periods of time they're not
all out killing the innocent.
"Hello, Miriam,
is Gary around? I want to borrow his lawnmower"
"Yes, Albert.
He's just down the road burying that bus full of orphans in the patch of
wasteground. I'll get him to pop it over when he's back."
"Lovely,
ta."
Anyway, as unlikely
as the plot is, I think we quite enjoyed this nonsense. You might too.
Then again, you might
not. How am I supposed to know?
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