Some froze. Some ran. All were begged: "It's obvious isn't it?". But despite repeated assurances that no air meant no combustion, each person within range of the violent vindaloo, some with children and pets to protect, would wring their hands and gibberishly offer impractical solutions -- e.g. "Smother it with a slice of prosciutto", "Take a handful of rock salt and will it to end ", "Encourage that woman's dachshund to roll on it", and "Or lift its leg on it".
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Another impractical solution - Melt 250 grams of boccocini all over it.
So that it could finally be applied to something USEFUL!
Oh Bocco, all those kids parties, all that shame ... why couldn't you stick with the Double Bay Circus where you were respected, even loved, and audiences didn't think you reminded them of a squishy stack of bland dead man's eyeballs?
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