Mark’s nemesis is inadvertently bonked on the head with a 55-gallon drum of toxic waste and will probably live. Yay! Crisis solved!
So what do you do for a job well done? You GO FISHING! Yay! Fishing!
Even if Cherry is sick of having Rusty underfoot and forces you to take the little freak along, it’s still a pretty sweet deal…
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