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A thin tube is all it was. Hollow at one end, narrowed at the other, in the manner of a woodwind instrument. I plucked it from the table in desperation. Looking for an exit, I saw an unfamiliar window. I jumped through it and hurled the flute at
the dwarf who was playing the trombone. The dwarf toppled over, landing on the drumkit. The drummer picked up one of his drum sticks and
joined a Status Quo tribute band. For his first gig he decided to wear skin tight
jock strap and chin retainer
which would both assist in assuming the position needed to
force a large object into a tiny space.
