Edgo manfully (well, hippofully, since he's not a man) shifted the filing cabinet, revealing the faded, tattered slip of paper which had fallen to the floor and been blown underneath the cabinet by a mysterious gust of otherworldly wind.
[The narrator pauses to gulp for air after that overlong sentence].
When Edgo tried to stand up straight, though, he found his back disagreed strongly with the concept of straightening. He called immediately for his three monkey masseurs.
[A two hour massage session later].
"There. That's better," sighed Edgo as he slumped into his heavily reinforced recliner. "Now where was I?"
[Edgo was dead soon after, his absent-mindedness and tendency to amnesia making him easy pickings for a disgruntled hyena who Edgo had helped send to prison].
THE END
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