Donald is trying to sell brushes door-to-door, but since nobody can understand him, nobody will buy anything. He happens across a street vendor selling voice pills. They work great, but he's only got a limited number so of course, the last pill ends up in various inconvenient places. Written by
Jon Reeves <firstname.lastname@example.org>
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Good afternoon, sir. Would you be interested in this beautiful brush?
Listen, mac, don't come around here mumblin' like an idiot!
[he grabs Donald by the throat, holds him aloft and kicks him away