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The Second Bat Guano War

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From former Lonely Planet author J.M. Porup comes this classic South American noir... Rats ate his baby daughter while he partied in a disco. Now Horace “Horse” Mann is a drugged-out expat teaching English to criminals in Lima, Peru. Oh, and doing the odd favor for the CIA. When his Agency contact, Pitt Waters, goes missing, Horse's desperate efforts to find his only friend lead him to a Buddhist ashram on the shores of Lake Titicaca. There Horse uncovers his friend's involvement with a grou ...
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The United States of Air: a Satire

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The National Sewer Agency is spying on people's toilets, looking for food terrorists... Food Enforcement Agent Jason Frolick believes in America. He believes in eating air. He struggles to get the food monkey off his back. As part of the Global War on Fat, his job is to put food terrorists in Fat Camp. When a pizza dealer gets whacked in the park across the street from the Thin House, the Prophet Jones himself asks Frolick to investigate. For the first time ever, Frolick solves a murder--but ...
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Chapter 28 -- It is hard, eating air. Sometimes you feel so empty inside. My heart goes out to you. All of you. But do not fear. We, the United States of Air, are here to help you. To free you from this oppression. That is why, if you fail to comply with our demands, we will be forced to nuke your country until nothing is left but a twisted, molten…
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Chapter 27 98/100 -- LaOmelette Park. Foood! Foood! You're going to pay, alright. Kill me! Now's your chance! Real live scientists? It's their fault! The ferrners fault! I can get you off the hook. The holy of holies! Do you like ranch dressing? How dare you engage in favoritism. Wake up the Joint Chiefs of Stick. The Cupboard, too. A crisis. The p…
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Chapter 27 -- My trial lasted fifteen minutes. A bus ride. Welcome to the final stage of human evolution. Firewood? She spat and turned her back on me. The other prisoners avoided me. U-S-A! U-S-A! We're your slimming consultants! Aerobics time. I'm here to defend your freedom. Rat Boy! What do you think is wrong? There is no escape. Dime bag of fl…
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Chapter 24 -- I went insane. I know that now. I woke to the sounds of laughter. Could I have some real food, please? To Agent Froleek! Heez first good meel een yeerz! If this is slavery, baby, I'm lovin' it. Could I get a doggie bag? Eez zees zee I-SEE-FAT hotline? I want to report a food terriste. I made a solemn vow then.…
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Chapter 21 -- Fatso's Thanksgiving bash. Caponey Baloney! How eez my-ee fayvoreet don frum Chicago? You're a gangster. Attitude! The table of honor. But how to poison the soup? A toast: to the Prophet! Great hors d'oeuvre, man. Turkey time. Gotta go potty. A jewel-encrusted outhouse. The food lab. Success! ...or not?…
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Chapter 17 5/8 -- Little girl, what's your name? Your mommy says you have to go potty. Is that true? Cap sprung me from the brig. Why can't you learn to play ball? A test. You can tell Internal Affairs I passed. What did I do that was so wrong? I don't understand. I'm giving you a choice. The Underground Food Road. You're off-duty until further not…
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Chapter 14 -- A dozen red roses. Daddy, Daddy, how was your day? But--what--what are you doing? Bacon? Are you crazy? I'm going downstairs to pray. For you. Do I have to call child services? Hippie left-wing claptrap. How did you get your hands on that? Keep your voice down. Is that how it is. Twinkie-Baal. We are the LORD YOUR GOD. Et cetera.…
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Chapter 13 -- A woolly mammoth? Newfangled nonsense. It's uncommon sense that got us into this mess in the first place. The control tower swayed from side to side. That tickles. Maybe I've put on a few pounds. Not my Congressional Medal of Air! I got it for killing defenceless women and children! I would have to resort to torture.…
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Chapter 11 -- With or without sprinkles? No more Mister Twenty-Five-Star Nice Guy. Air Traffic Controller Blobbalicious Superfattypants. A traitor in our midst! Lt. Capt. Maj. Col. Bouwelles. Gentlemen, I give you the Poo Rocket. The Toilet Safety Administration. The TSA colonoscopy machine. Hold onto your toilet seats. We're going for a ride!…
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Chapter 9 -- The National Sewer Agency. General Full O'Shitt, at your service. Total Poo Awareness. I think it's time the Thin House learned exactly what we do here at the NSA. We've got toilet cams in every major sewer in the world. Food terrists would kill us for the right to eat food again. Be alert. Not alarmed.…
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Chapter 4 -- The crime scene. Zero-calorie burgers. A body in the park. A million-dollar, uncut pizza. Who knows why these crazed food terrists do what they do? They hate us for our freedom. Our freedom to eat air. That's why, and you know it. The District of Crap. The Skinny Service. Go the Power of Air!…
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A rope pooled at my feet. Wicked view. Dude, you look frozen. Show some enthusiasm already. What's wrong? I'm on no one's side but my own. I'll drink to that. Front row seats to the end of the world. Guilty as charged. Hobbes would be delighted. Is this for me? Like spaying a stray dog. On the count of three. Well boo fucking hoo. And your own moth…
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Blow the world to kingdom come. How many people had died because of me? Something snapped. Incompatible with life. I taught him. Showed him. What monster of the deep had I awoken? It's not your fault. So sorry. Maybe I'm the one who'll push the button. Missed the banzai, sir. Something I have to ask you. I don't want you to die! You're our secret w…
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Fast-forward. An Uzi appears in Victor's hands. Pitt need disappear. Conspiracy to commit first-degree Gaiacide. It was a job. Don't you see? That would have been an acceptable outcome. Remember Sergio Salazar? A deliberate red herring. There are worse things than death. What is he waiting for? What did you tell him about me? That's a low blow. Wha…
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Hak Po? Kill. Hold your fire! We. Have. Not. A could of freshly dead vulcanologist. I didn't kill Lynn. This isn't a DSU case. Suppose I told you... The mouth of a volcano. That's a live feed, son. War's off, Horse. There faction of monks in Tibet. Why is that a problem? Big fault line under Salar. If Victor say, dynamite right spot...This transcen…
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Pitt is dead. It sinks in now. To friendship. It's not your fault. What's the worst thing you've ever done? Gooey. Is that what I am? Somebody sabotaged the engine. We could both die here. Is that lipstick? You wanted me to what? Touche. The motorcyclist filled the frame. Jumping jacks. This flare gun. Queen takes pawn. Have you lost your mind? Kon…
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The City of Rats. Can you handle this? On the bus the night before. Who was your loss? Haggling with a coca vendor. What then? Was it jealousy? Or just business? Calle de los Brujos! A butcher. More llama fetuses. Wee-skee! Colt .45 Peacemaker. Pay me so I can go! Why did you have to kill that guy? We find Fritz. We do not belong here.…
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I think we got a problem. A high-pitched whistling noise. The boat threw itself onto the beach. Llama mothers. The van. Take a bus? As long as I kill one man first. The man I intend to kill. So you guys in or aren't you? Who is this Ambo? Bring a gun. Maybe a car battery. Destroy his career. Subanse. Bolivian immigration. Spotter. I don't think I'l…
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I had my soccer-mom closure. What was Pitt's secret? Gentleman of the jury, the facts are simple. Time to go back to Lima. Aurora. You find your friend? I'm coming with you. Every general needs cannon fodder. You did this. This is real. This is happening. Maggoty cadavers lower property values for everyone, not just you. What war? Cover up the inco…
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A Bolivian sister act in camouflage drag. Can you get us off? Everybody saw him. Disgraceful. The Escalera de las Incas. A Swede. You filthy pig! Do unto others, and all that. The fucking Finski. Boom. Looking for a friend. No passport? An unwanted party in my pants. We don't want your money, gringo. Only one body was left.…
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