Guest Brace Breemer the Lone Ranger ( #15)

Special Service Division invites you soldiers, sailors, and Marines of the United Nations to drop in at Duffy's Tavern. Duffy's where the elite mate to eat aren't you the manager speaking, Duffy ain't here.

Oh, oh, Duffy. Hey, Duffy, you know what's coming down here tonight? The long range is. Mmm. And we're saving a special Western dish. Mmm. Frankfather. Yeah. I'm calling him hot prairie sword. Huh? Something you'll hate that long range on the radio was...

you like them, huh? Even sent away for one of his men? Something ain't gettin' a little old to be runnin' around with a man. That man's good for Mrs. Dr. D. Yeah, I see your point.

I say Duffy here, by the way, you know who else just come in there? Moriarity. Yeah, with a black eye. Well, you know, it's white-washed flax and then I caught him going through a fast pocket.

Yeah, and second story Jackson said so. You remember Jackson, the Burglant? The Burglant. Yeah, in the army now, he's a Biegle. Well, when he wrote down his occupation, he just happened to leave out an arm.

I'm having a little trouble. He's in a bit of a jam, Duffy. He needed some dough, so he hocks a bezel. Now he says I got to lend him two dollars. So Camp Dicks won't get up tomorrow.

Hey, Miss Duffy, Finnegan Addy. Yes, that's a long range. It's going to be here any minute now. Now, leave us where he hates the song. Addy, give us a kick. Hit the radiator with the fun inside.

Yeah. Good for you. Oh, Pentagon time. Pentagon, I think you were just a little off there. I tried again. Oh, and that's better. Now, one, two, three, four, five, six, go. Oh, man. Oh, man.