Vacation

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[Ethan]

"All right everyone, according to the GPS locator I had surgically implanted in lobo's genitalia, he's in Russia ... or whatever they're calling it now. I'll just turn the power on it to max and check."

[the lights dim]

"Yep," I says, checking the readout, "And I'll bet he's going to be hiding under a table with foil on his head again. He hates when I do that."

"Don't you think he'd notice surgery down there?" asked Cobe.

"You'd think so. But a couple of years ago I told him that really verile men grow a third testicle. Then all I had to do was get him drunk and call in the Radio Shack salesman to install it. lobo was so proud for the next month he wouldn't wear underwear or pants just to show everyone."

Cobe winces, "Ugh ... I remember that."

"Well, if he's going to try and hide from this there's only one thing I can do: We're moving the whole damn business to Russia. Start dimantling everything. You have six hours to get moved."

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