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Poker. Bacarat. Roullette. Games of chance and par for the course for the Evil Mr. Poo. Poo, as you can imagine, has set his sights on Vegas and
the desert sky. He turned up the radio, just in time to hear his favorite tune
was beyond control causing
bodily harm and obsessive compulsive behaviour. It was like a night at the
opera. (Not like the Marx Brothers movie, but literally a night at the opera.) Anyway, the singers began to sing a
bit of the refrain from the song, "Izzard's Blizzard." It was a bone-chilling rendition that somehow managed to warm our hearts.
