Hearing Bobs voice in the bar the tanned and lean biker quickly slips out the back door. Rounding up the farm animals up in a herd he quickly drives them to another part of town hoping that when that sick puppy has a few more drinks and wants a poke at least these animals would be spared. Returning to the bar he notices Bob has put on tights and is dancing in a puddle on the floor. Thank goodness at least some of the farm animals are safe. Crown for all !
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