*wandering over to the NCM Secret Birthday Lair/Work Bench...making sure I wasn't followed...
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drawing the privacy curtain across as I unpack the soapy water...straight razor and blue hair paint...beginning my work...
loud noises are heard...occasional smoke...random strangled screams...some giggly splashes
Quickly I peek from behind the curtain...spot Krusty and stick my thumb up and out...squinting...measuring "something"...grunting and disappearing behind the current again...*
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