Grunter took out his phone and pushed buttons, "I'll be a little late getting back from lunch. If anyone from Essex calls, tell them I'll call right back, and get a hold of me on my cell."
Before Grunter left the room he gave the clothes one last kick. Rar flew, landing on the boxers, next to the wall.
"Man, that guy's a jerk."
"Right you are, and he has a bunion on the left foot."
"He blows gas every time he gets in the car."
"Every time?"
"Often enough. Then he will sniff, and say 'That's a ripe one."
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