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I
It was a unremarkable May day in 1948. Hooper was a big, bustling town and Jack Linton and Hank Harris sat on barstools at Jose's. It was their favorite saloon.
'Harris, What're you having? ' Jack muttered.
'The usual, Burgundy!' said Hank.
They ordered. When the drinks came, Jack said, 'When you drink that shit you look like a great big ape, Harris!'
'You're a mind reader. I was just thinking the exact same thing about you.'
'Oh, put a sock in it, fool and drink your Burgundy'.

II
It was a dreary May day in 1948. Hooper was a fool's paradise of a town and Jack Linton and Hank Harris sat on barstools at Jose's. It was their favorite salt lick.
'Harris, I'm not even going to guess what you're drinking.' Jack muttered.
'The usual, Burgundy!' said Hank.
They ordered. How's it been going, jackass? Oops! Harris I mean!'
'Shoot. And I was just going to kiss you on the lips.'
'Shut your big mouth and drink your Burgundy'.

III
It was a rainy May day in 1948. Hooper was a seedy little town and Jack Linton and Hank Harris sat on barstools at Jose's. It was their favorite gin joint.
'Name your poison.' Jack muttered.
'The usual, Burgundy!' said Hank.
They ordered. When the drinks came, Jack said, 'You're a miscreant, a full-bore son-of-a-bitch, Harris!'
'I guess this means we're not getting married anymore.'
'Can it, rum dummy and drink your Burgundy.'