It's common knowledge at the DUmp that the round red sodomite was murdered by, uh, someone here.
Poor addled grasswipe Judy Smith is still working on the cold case.
But surely you see my point here.
When the primitives spread that malicious lie that decent and civilized people in the DUmpster can make their lives miserable, it has a chilling effect on their posting on Skins's island. They're scared, and so they're not as uninhibted as they used to be.
One for example is never again going to see something such as the adroit sparkling old dude admitting his wife makes him use the bathroom in the basement so as to not stink up the good bathrooms on first and second floor. Those days of free and unrestrained exhibitionism are dead now, alas, and the inventory in the DUmpster's suffered as a result.
The primitives are scared of us, and so they watch what they say.
Which is utterly stupid; we're nice people, and wouldn't hurt a flea.
But they keep repeating this lie, this slander, this malicious falsehood, this libel, and they repeat it so often they believe it.
And given that paranoia's a second nature to the primitives, this illusion that we can make thier lives miserable chases some of the weaker ones away. Where oh where is the LynneSin primitive nowadays? Where oh where is Dennis the Menace nowadays? And what about Pamela? And why is the brain-damaged primitive shooting off his mouth less than he used to? What ever happened to Cryano? Why did the hippywife primitive Mrs. Alfred Packer run away? &c., &c., &c.
They're gone because they're scared; they actually believe decent and civilized people can do them harm.
And thus suffers the quality of the goods offered in the DUmpster.
