In the olden days, a time period in which Mogey and Smush occasionally lived, a spice peddler would travel from town to town leading a little spotted donkey. The donkey wore cargo shorts on both its front and back legs, and every one of its pockets bulged with exotic flavors from unknown lands.
One olden day, the spice peddler happened upon Mogey and Smush's cottage and walked up to the front porch in hopes of selling some of his wares.
"Ahoy," hailed the spice peddler, as spice peddlers are wont to do. Mogey answered the door wearing only his long johns and holding a musket in his hands.
"What can I do for you?" Mogey asked cheerfully.
"Sir, I'm a traveling spice peddler. I wonder: would you care to purchase any herbs or spices?"
"Herbs?" Mogey demanded. "Spices? You disgust me. We don't engage in that sort of tomfoolery in this establishment! Why don't you and your donkey get out of here and go back to playing ultimate frisbee?"
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