Smush had finished playing a round of songs on the old upright piano down at the Frosty Ox pub and was just headed to the bar for a well-deserved bowl of cheese soup, when Mogey (his bodyguard for the evening) intercepted an adoring fan.
"Whoa there cowboy!" Mogey said as he caught the young man by his elbow. "Not too close!"
"It's ok, Mogey. Did you like my playing?" Smush asked, turning to the boy.
"Oh yes sir, very much sir!" the kid stammered. "You sure can tickle the ivories, Mr. Smush!"
The entire pub fell silent at that utterance, and Smush narrowed his eyes menacingly.
"You'd best get out of here, buster, for your own good!" Mogey shouted, dragging the boy toward the door as Smush stared them down. "If there's one thing that puts Smush into a murderous rage, it's being accused of tickling."
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