Alright folks, Red Devil here on Hamilton Street and I'm back after a break in the action in downtown Allentown. We've just witnesses an amazing air and sea battle on the Lehigh River that has led to the demise of both Santa Claus and the Spanish Armada. And now it looks like things are going to get started here again as St. Michael is back on his feet, looking quite fit after a shot of whatever that was in Dodger's syringe.
Irish Tenor here. Aye, Devil, it was an amazing battle on the river, though I must admit I missed a wee bit of it as I nipped in to the Brew Works for a couple a pints of Irish ale.
I thought you were banned from there after the ...
incident.
Aye, lad, it's true I was. And begorrah they could never prove nothin'! I had to disguise meself as Michael Donovan to get in the door, I did.
Hey, whatever works for ya. ... Where the heck is Marge, anyway?
She headed over to the South Side, devil. It seems she threw every single bus in center city at St. Michael so she went over to the bicentennial park to get some more. It seems they park them in left field.
A bus garage in left field? Imagine that. The Phillie's could have kept Burrell if they had one of those in Citizen's Bank Park.
Padraig Burrell. Another fine Irishman unfairly set adrift.... Is it me imagination or does Ronan seem a bit ...
wee?
Well, while you were eating your cabbage & potatoes or whatever, Cuchulainn had another warp spasm and reverted back to Ronan. He was so weak after he fell on his sword that he lashed himself to that lamp post just to keep from falling over.
We seem to be looking a little green around the gills, today Ronan.
I won't go down without a fight, archangel!
I was hoping you'd say that. Maybe I should untie you first?
I'll die on me feet, I will!
Whatever you say, demon!
Jaysus, Mary and Joseph! St. Michael has run Ronan through with his terrible swift sword! ... Tis a sad day indeed for an Irishman to die on St. Paddy's Day, it is. ... Even if he was an evil demon.
Heck, it's a sad day when any evil demon is killed by an archangel. ... You know, this really isn't the way I expected this to turn out. I feel awful.
Cheer up, lad and be glad you're not an Eagles fan. ... And besides St. Michael is a mighty heavenly warrior. He defeated Satan, you know.
Oh, fine. Throw that in my face. ... I just thought this time would be different ...
... Well, you know, lad, legend has it that Cuchulainn was so feared as a warrior that no one would touch his body until they were sure that he was dead.
How did they know?
According to legend, Cuchulainn wasn't dead until a giant crow landed on his shoulder and plucked out his eyes. And that hasn't happened....
Caw!
Oh, don't
even ... Shoo! Shoo!
Caw!
Ah, for cryin out loud!
Alright folks, Red Devil here on Hamilton Street and I'm back after a break in the action in downtown Allentown. We've just witnesses an amazing air and sea battle on the Lehigh River that has led to the demise of both Santa Claus and the Spanish Armada. And now it looks like things are going to get started here again as St. Michael is back on his feet, looking quite fit after a shot of whatever that was in Dodger's syringe.
Irish Tenor here. Aye, Devil, it was an amazing battle on the river, though I must admit I missed a wee bit of it as I nipped in to the Brew Works for a couple a pints of Irish ale.
I thought you were banned from there after the ... incident.
Aye, lad, it's true I was. And begorrah they could never prove nothin'! I had to disguise meself as Michael Donovan to get in the door, I did.
Hey, whatever works for ya. ... Where the heck is Marge, anyway?
She headed over to the South Side, devil. It seems she threw every single bus in center city at St. Michael so she went over to the bicentennial park to get some more. It seems they park them in left field.
A bus garage in left field? Imagine that. The Phillie's could have kept Burrell if they had one of those in Citizen's Bank Park.
Padraig Burrell. Another fine Irishman unfairly set adrift.... Is it me imagination or does Ronan seem a bit ... wee?
Well, while you were eating your cabbage & potatoes or whatever, Cuchulainn had another warp spasm and reverted back to Ronan. He was so weak after he fell on his sword that he lashed himself to that lamp post just to keep from falling over.
We seem to be looking a little green around the gills, today Ronan.
I won't go down without a fight, archangel!
I was hoping you'd say that. Maybe I should untie you first?
I'll die on me feet, I will!
Whatever you say, demon!
Jaysus, Mary and Joseph! St. Michael has run Ronan through with his terrible swift sword! ... Tis a sad day indeed for an Irishman to die on St. Paddy's Day, it is. ... Even if he was an evil demon.
Heck, it's a sad day when any evil demon is killed by an archangel. ... You know, this really isn't the way I expected this to turn out. I feel awful.
Cheer up, lad and be glad you're not an Eagles fan. ... And besides St. Michael is a mighty heavenly warrior. He defeated Satan, you know.
Oh, fine. Throw that in my face. ... I just thought this time would be different ...
... Well, you know, lad, legend has it that Cuchulainn was so feared as a warrior that no one would touch his body until they were sure that he was dead.
How did they know?
According to legend, Cuchulainn wasn't dead until a giant crow landed on his shoulder and plucked out his eyes. And that hasn't happened....
Caw!
Oh, don't even ... Shoo! Shoo!
Caw!
Ah, for cryin out loud!
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