(i gots to get me someof this game)
braiding the hair of a young girl.
"Shoot...no cursing today" Orca moaned. "Ok kid, give me the facts, and give them to me straight."
"Hey you, stay away from me" he wispered, as he suddenly saw a glimpse of Orca's face. "We dont want no Commies around here...."
"AHA! The '50's. Just as I thought"
Well then, thought Orca, this could be tricky. Fully armed with a set of spoons and a fully rubber tooth, Orca set out on the adventure of a lifetime.
"Hammer and tongs! I am so torn between rage and joy, that if I do not burst, it will be a marvel!"