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"Omygod," Panflick cried, "Let me out onto Mt. Vernon Street!"
He ran out in his bvd's, not startling his neighbors who were accustomed to seeing him thus.
"Bork, Bork, Bork," he quacked. "Romney Bork, Romney Bork, Romney Bork," he yelled.
"That's the guvnor he's talking about," someone muttered.
"Devastation coming!" Panflick called out. He sat down on the steps of his semi-delapidated dwelling. "I wouldn't mind returning to the Middle Ages, but not with Romney Bork in charge."