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Pocahontas, Senator of the Abysmally Named State of Massachusetts dismounted and squared her square man-shoulders. The Sioux war party sighed a collective sigh of relief. They were old and fat and unfashionably clad in medium-quality garments. At long last, they had arrived.

Adjusting his bolo tie, Chief Shitting Ass shuffled out of the way as Pocahontas made her way to the back of the procession. The chief smiled. He rather liked the tie and it was a good deal too. He had acquired it many moons ago in exchange for a DELUXXE FAMILY PACK, one bottle of untaxed liquor and assorted tobacco products. He took a sip of diet soda and returned it to the drink holder on Catching Wynn's saddle. He was too old to bareback.

Pocahontas returned. She trudged proudly toward the establishment with a red refurbished sleigh and small malformed creature in tow. Wampum trickled from where it had been heaped atop the sleigh, a great gift from the late Colonel Sandahs Clause. The little creature was like lightning as he dashed retardedly about affectionately scooping up the bits of undocumented currency.

Pocahontas stopped and looked up at the Chik-Fil-A before them.