It was another cold January night. Old John held his glass high, gave his famous wink, swirled his classic cane, then began another one of his legendary speeches at McGallihans.
"Most cats are robots. Burt's laughing, but he knows. I one time held a baby for six years. And I damn near was president of the bank until Einstein invented moon machines, or however they call them. Hell, my wife's a Mexican. Ask Burt. She is. We made a living off drowning cats. Right, Burt? Ah, he's laughing but he knows. Cat's ain't shit."
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