Shenanigans at the O.K. Corral

They had wound him up to a high degree, spring loaded and ready to fire. Corporal Agarn strode out to the front garden and launched a tirade against his neighbour across the street, a one vocabulary wordsmith man with inept ambitions and a sense of the rancorous street urchins of New Delhi. “ I rheemed you hard Liam, and you loved it, me and my great big old shaggy cock, me and my 12 or 13 friends, and we all shot buckets of come since we were all on masses of ecstasy tablets, don’t tell me you don’t want it again”, and so the discourse continued from Corporal Agarn. Liam mused quietly, silently staring across the vast distance of the dimly lit street, “Rheemed me did you, well, well, well what are you laughing at Simian Man Child, and looked across at his other neighbour, do you want a banana to stick up my arse, since you are all so fond of my special hot sticky date buns, Steve, hairy love child of Caesar and Kobo, Rise of the Planet of the Apes, Steve, in which you made a rare guest appearance, I think it was, and by the way, what happened to caravan man, didn’t he get busted or something, don’t cry Steve, oh hairy love God of the Seven Seas and Gorillas In the Mist”, Steve stood back, dumbfounded, “How did he know so much about my perverse and antisocial, maladjusted socially awkward behaviour that my psychiatrist said warranted at least 17 years of treatment on the most repulsive anti psychotic medication and fifty lashes of Madame Cat o’ nine Tails”, Sergeant o’Rourke listened, and recorded the whole conversation, as did Liam when he recorded Corporal Agarn bragging that he had rheemed him. Corporal Agarn lurched back inside his newly found grubstake, singing softly, “Install a Rheem, install a Rheem”.