Meade's Ball
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I have a hypnotised cobra frozenly coiled in a nearby wicker basket. It's magic word to unfreeze and attack the nearest to him, Portcullis is his given name, is "beansprout", which i consider a slight mistake thanks to my vegetarianism and my once-a-month utterance of it. I suppose i duped him enough in that day of our stand/slither-off that it was always winter and hibernation was all he could do to stay alive, so inertia is his state of play. Outfoxing this serpent was surprisingly easy and now i sort of fire his poison, as if from a pistol, when i say beansprout and he eyes so quickly and hatefully those who aren't his master - who are usually student loans investigators or easily-buriable women i am trying my best to forget i may have bedded.