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Morley

Morley’s truck is powered by pissed-off cowboy, which makes it hard to start on cold mornings, even with a poking stick.

“Poke poke!” says Morley.

“Reckon ‘m sleep,” grunts his cowboy.

“Root them toot them!” says Morley encouragingly. “Time to ride and rope, partner!”

“Don’ wanna.”

“Look! Apache on the hill! Time for cowboys and Indians!”

“That offensive stereotype derives from a fundamental misunderstanding of the role of the Cow-boy in factual Western history.”

“I’m already late!”

“Hngh.”

“Remember,” says Morley slyly, “how Wyatt Earp wins in all the movies?”

Morley and his truck squeal yeehaws down the road.