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  {hands up in consternation}  

  Mister O'Niste could be seen running for his life, bounding out of the Corset shoppe on the Boulevard de Strasbourg, with a naked mannequin underneath his arm.  Three animatèd dolls came chasing him out of the front door of the shoppe; all three of them were wearing corsets and corsages.  The three women threw their hands up in consternation.  

  « Enculé … » shoutèd one of the dolls.  

  Enculé.  Encourage.  

  It was an aggravatèd situation, creatèd by an agitational situational situationista.  Mister O'Niste.  Mister O'Niste had been persuadèd by his coagitator Witham Sispa to drive his perpetuating fear further.  As Mister O'Niste evadèd the onlooker, the sole remaining shopkeeper who had given up the chase, he turnèd a corner only to be greeted by Witham Sispa.  

  “Surprise, surprise,” said Sispa.  “I knew you'd do it.”  

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