Not so long ago there was a capt name Myrna. She prayed every that she wouldn't be arrested.
There was a kind and wise chief named Rolle. He had a bright and shiny gold tooth. Sgt. Rolle thought he might have that tooth pulled so he could become chief. He felt that gold tooth made him look too. Well too... He kept the gold tooth in his shirt pocket just in case. The chief promoted many capt's, Myrna was his favorite. Some of the chief's other officers were jealous of capt. Myrna and cheesed her out. The chief thought to himself. Shit! She might cheese me to. The chief had capt. Myrna thrown into the lion's den. The next day he sent an IA minion to see if capt Myrna had been eaten. The minion
Looked in the den. To his great horror capt. Myrna was still alive. He ran and told the chief who replied. Oh hell!
The chief ran down and opened the door. The lions roared and asked "why did you bring us this old piece crap to eat?"
They all jumped on the chief and tore his ass up. The only thing left was his shiny gold tooth. Capt Myrna lived and
No body lived happily any more.