A conversation with a Rubberhead:

Cancer Lips: Say, I need some of that thing.

Me: Oh? What thing is that?

Cancer Lips: Oh, you know. That thing ... A trash compactor.

Me: What?

Cancer Lips: You know what I'm talking about.

Me: I have NO idea what you're talking about.

Oh, my, my, my.... the world is full of rubberheads, full of 'em. I just need to get out of their headquarters.
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