- …..he was just about to escape the sticky situation with only moderate material damage incurred, this to go with a few niggling remnants of his oversized ego still thankfully intact, but just then his conscience decided to make its presence known and raised its (ugly?) head high in the air before rivulets of honesty began trickling steadily out of that accursed, shit-for-brains object. And there was nothing Fred could do to stop this new development, nothing at all; that thing—that fuckin’ hardworking conscience of his—had a mind all its own, and attempting to throw a bridle on it at such a compromised juncture would have been about as futile as stretching a thin Brobdingnagian blanket over the crater of a rumbling volcano in the hope that such action might stanch an imminent eruption. So honesty prevailed in the end—Yes, pure, God-driven, sniveling honesty!!—and Fred was ashamed to admit that he had allowed himself to succumb wholesale to such an ordinarily docile foe…..
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