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The Chief slowly stood up.
"Chief Mac," he said, as slowly as he stood.
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"Like a Mac Truck," Calvin exclaimed.
"Strong, powerful."
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"Like everyone's friend," the Baron added.
"Hey Mac, how ya doin'."
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Betty nodded.
"Mac computers. Accessible, strong, efficient, user friendly."
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"Bad choice," I said sadly.
"Mac is crap. Apple rocks."
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"Could never afford an Apple."
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I smiled.
"I will buy you one, hun."
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"I love it," the Chief said, proudly.
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"What, Chief Apple?"
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"No," the Chief stood.
"I will be the startling Chief Mac."
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"I love it," the Baron added.
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"I love it," Calvin exclaimed.
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"I love Chief Cook and Bottle Washer," Russell snapped.
"But Mac works."
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Betty was all excited.
"Good. Now Chief Mac and everyone else. You can all get the hell out of our bedroom."
Betty did the fake yawn thing again.
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The Chief picked up his staff, slamming it on the floor.
"NO."
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Calvin jumped up into the Baron's arms.
And shrieked.
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"No?" Betty questioned sadly.
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"We have to have a ceremony. We must concur with the age old Cowar Dly Indian tradition of the renaming ceremony."
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"NOW?" Betty yelled.
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The Chief nodded.
"Now."
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"Shit."
Betty looked at me.
"I have a ceremony I need to do."
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"Then we will have the ceremonies together," the Chief proclaimed.
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Betty and I both started waving our arms.
"No. No. No."
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Home Sweet Home
HumorKrall Jones cannot believe his luck when Warren Whitesnake sells him Curtainbach Manor for just $20,000. The big old house had a few creaks and moans, but Krall loved it. It also had a few ghosts, a talking crow, a talking rat , dead Indian tribe, a...
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