Garbage In, Garbage Out, Garbage By the Wayside, Etc.

Believe it or not, folks, the North Naugy had actually risen (a factor of two, I believe, that being appropriate here). And, yes, absolutely, the fact that Slade Leeds was himself as punch-drunk and knee-deep standing in it, damned if the whole damn thing wasn't preposterous, lunatic driven, etc.. Of course, the sadness that there were just as many pin-headed nincompoops at Sassy's as Garvin's, that, me-buckos, was far and away more persuasive. I mean, think about it here. Isn't is possible that Leeds was just a prototype, Bradley Hadley, a replica? Talk to me. TALK TO ME, TALK TO ME. It's at least a possibility, no?