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Drabble On, It's A Little Drabble Do Ya
One hundred words of your choosing, that's a drabble. Join in on the fun and the lessons that come from telling your tale in only 100 words. If it's Wednesday, then it must be A Little Drabble Do Ya.

A close call had resulted in two men lying in Medical with an assortment of ailments, not the least of which was an intolerable case of humiliation.
"You could have warned me Illya. You knew that patch of poison ivy was out there." The blond rolled his eyes, remembered saying something to his partner about the dangers at hand.
"I did tell you Napoleon. You weren't listening. You were engaged in a … conversation." The girl involved had managed to escape being poisoned by the heinous plant.
"Oh. Yeah, I remember now. Well, in the future…"
"Yes, keep your pants on."
Napoleon and Illya dashed down a street on the lower east side of New York city.
Being pursued by a pair of oversized goons, they ducked into the nearest door that happened to be the entrance to an Italian deli.
Their pursuers were hot on their heels and a wild fist fight ensued.
The agents were losing and out of desperation Solo grabbed a huge salami hanging in the window. He started swinging it like a wild man, knocking both men out cold.
“Nothing like a 'hard' salami,” Napoleon quipped and smiled.