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All hell broke out in the salon as Claudio jumped on to the Harmony hairspray can and squirted it past a smelly candle on the reception counter. A big jet of flame burst into the hall-like salon and set alight the net drapes that flounced down as prissy hairdressing station dividers. The nets were reminiscent of clouds and these clouds now flashed lightning and rained down flame and fury upon Twink’s cutting crew.
The Pope grabbed the gun from Bev and shot him in the leg. As Pope, he had no desire to kill anyone, but to m**m wouldn’t hurt, well it would, but it wouldn’t kill and not him, see. He had to get to the door but Bev had limped there and was stopping him, menacing with an M25 or some type of motorway machine gun, Claudio was not sure, except it was pink, so it was probabl
