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Fishing with dynamite is truly the least sporting method of obtaining water-borne sustenance, however, if I can convince those who practice this ‘skill’ to do so while ice fishing, I can potentially kill two birds with one stone (cold merciless death for the dynamite tosser and sweet revenge for innocent fish everywhere).
Rufus thinks the shopkeep in Alamogordo was not particularly friendly when he sold Schuster the dynamite, but my friend Schuster said that he’d thought the man was exceedingly friendly, considering the last time they’d met had involved a 12-gauge and the man’s naked, 15 year old daughter.
Rufus thinks that Schuster is over-compensating for something, and that no amount of dynamite will bring him the happiness and fulfillment he craves, but my friend Schuster thinks that Rufus is full of shit and obviously doesn’t know a thing about psychology; “It’s never about the dynamite,” Schuster told him, “but the explosion that follows, you idiot.”
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