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The hermit stepped out of the bus and was greeted by
a mad bag lady who was carrying a fishbowl. She shrieked at me that I should
get a job. Either that or start working at my uncle and aunt's farm in Smallville. I opted for the former. I scoured the exmployment ads
looking for anyone who would hire an unemployed phrenologist, but
who the hell knows what a phrenologist is, anyway? A plumber would probably work just as well. Or a priest! Yes, we need a priest. But where can we find one at this time of night. I'll call the
whole thing luck if I believed in luck.
