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Snide, issue 2, February 1941

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[desk?] writing letters.

'What did you want of me?' inquired the Captain.

'Eh?' said the President, turning over and glancing up into the inquiring stomach of the Wizard of Silence. He saw the charm bracelet and exclaimed, 'Oh, it's you!'

'Who did you think it was, Flash Gordon?'

'Why [?] no,' replied the President. 'He just left.'

'Huh?' hissed Captain Past.

'Yes. Well I have another job for you,' said the president.

'Oh boy,' hissed Otto. 'Action.'

The President continued, still lying on his stomach:

'The two arch-criminals, Claptrap Carson and his left hand man, Coalgas Von Clutch, are ravaging the system again. Since you have caught him so many times in the past when he was under such aliases as the 'Space Emperor', 'The [Wrecker?]', and 'Carson Brand', I thought you might do it again.'

'And I will,' hissed Captain Past, putting out his hand to shake the President's.

'My, what dirty fingernails you have,' exclaimed the President. 'Here's a nailfile.'

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[desk?] writing letters. 'What did you want of me?' inquired the Captain. 'Eh?' said the President, turning over and glancing up into the inquiring stomach of the Wizard of Silence. He saw the charm bracelet and exclaimed, 'Oh, it's you!' 'Who did you think it was, Flash Gordon?' 'Why [?] no,' replied the President. 'He just left.' 'Huh?' hissed Captain Past. 'Yes. Well I have another job for you,' said the president. 'Oh boy,' hissed Otto. 'Action.' The President continued, still lying on his stomach: 'The two arch-criminals, Claptrap Carson and his left hand man, Coalgas Von Clutch, are ravaging the system again. Since you have caught him so many times in the past when he was under such aliases as the 'Space Emperor', 'The [Wrecker?]', and 'Carson Brand', I thought you might do it again.' 'And I will,' hissed Captain Past, putting out his hand to shake the President's. 'My, what dirty fingernails you have,' exclaimed the President. 'Here's a nailfile.' (To be continued) (maybe)