“We also withhold various stalks,” he said, pulling the operating mask down over his mouth, to keep sawdust off his teeth.
“Stalk this,” I added.
He again pulled the mask farther down around his neck, grabbed my hand, and placing it in flat and flush tapping against his mouth, he made the woo woo woo woo of a war whoop.
“See? The people want it,” he smiled. “People aren’t dumb, you know, and they know the expression that makes them free.” He grabs the saw, talking to it, cooing and sticking his thumb in and out against the primer, filling with gas. “Let’s focus on this flange and efficiency.”
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