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 "Hoosegow" by Ben Collins-Sussman and Jack Welch
 
 The story headline is "A Wild West Wreck".
-The release number is 15.
+The release number is 16.
 The story creation year is 2010.
 The story genre is "Western".
 
@@ -2745,7 +2745,8 @@ Muddy is a man in the jail cell. Muddy is proper-named.  "Muddy leans against th
 The scent of Muddy is "[one of]unwashed[or]like he's in need of a bath[or]like you feel[at random]". The texture of muddy is "rough and gritty".
 
 After examining Muddy:
-	change the current plan to one.
+	if the current plan is zero:
+		change the current plan to one.
 
 The frock coat and suit are worn by muddy. The description of the frock coat is "A fancy coat that was stylish in its day." The description of the suit is "A three-piece suit, which due to wear and tear is now about a two-and-a-half piece suit." The scent of the frock coat is "faintly of mothballs". The texture of the frock coat is "soft". Understand "mud" as the suit.
 
@@ -3365,7 +3366,7 @@ Carry out Easter egging:
 
 Table of Eggs
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-"Planned Parenthood"	--	"The sheriff enters the office, shotgun in hand. You and Muddy freeze in your tracks and raise your hands in the air. The sheriff kicks the prone deputy, who stirs slowly at first, but then jumps to his feet.[paragraph break][quotation mark]You.[quotation mark] The sheriff points at you. [quotation mark]Your name Muddy?[quotation mark][paragraph break][quotation mark]No. I ain't Muddy,[quotation mark] you reply. [quotation mark]That there is Muddy. I is Rick.[quotation mark][paragraph break][quotation mark]Damn. What were she thinking?[quotation mark] growls the sheriff. [quotation mark]Mary Sue, you come on in here now, you hear?[quotation mark][paragraph break]A young woman -- you hesistate to guess her actual age on account of propriety -- edges nervously into the office, her eyes cast to the ground. By the way she walks, you guess she is in a family way, and after she turns towards Muddy, there's no question. Judging by the size of her belly, you'd have to say five, maybe six months. She raises her eyes to Muddy and her face brightens.[paragraph break][quotation mark]Oh, Lordie,[quotation mark] mutters Muddy, closing his eyes and running his hand over his face. [quotation mark]The one thing I don't plan -- and look what happens.[quotation mark][paragraph break]Lowering the shotgun, the sheriff walks over and puts his arm around Muddy's shoulders. Distributing cigars to you and the deputy, he smiles, [quotation mark]Deputy Jimbo, Rick -- I'd like you to meet my new son-in-law, Muddy. Ain't that right, Muddy?[quotation mark][paragraph break][quotation mark]I do reckon it's better than a-hanging.[quotation mark][paragraph break]Muddy never sees it coming. Mary Sue's roundhouse punch lands square on his jaw, launching him towards the jail bars like a sack of potatoes.[paragraph break][quotation mark]Well,[quotation mark] you observe, [quotation mark]maybe this marriage just might work out.[quotation mark]"	--
+"Planned Parenthood"	--	"The sheriff enters the office, shotgun in hand. You and Muddy freeze in your tracks and raise your hands in the air. The sheriff kicks the prone deputy, who stirs slowly at first, but then jumps to his feet.[paragraph break][quotation mark]You.[quotation mark] The sheriff points at you. [quotation mark]Your name Muddy?[quotation mark][paragraph break][quotation mark]No. I ain't Muddy,[quotation mark] you reply. [quotation mark]That there is Muddy. I is Rick.[quotation mark][paragraph break][quotation mark]Damn. What were she thinking?[quotation mark] growls the sheriff. [quotation mark]Mary Sue, you come on in here now, you hear?[quotation mark][paragraph break]A young woman -- you hesitate to guess her actual age on account of propriety -- edges nervously into the office, her eyes cast to the ground. By the way she walks, you guess she is in a family way, and after she turns towards Muddy, there's no question. Judging by the size of her belly, you'd have to say five, maybe six months. She raises her eyes to Muddy and her face brightens.[paragraph break][quotation mark]Oh, Lordie,[quotation mark] mutters Muddy, closing his eyes and running his hand over his face. [quotation mark]The one thing I don't plan -- and look what happens.[quotation mark][paragraph break]Lowering the shotgun, the sheriff walks over and puts his arm around Muddy's shoulders. Distributing cigars to you and the deputy, he smiles, [quotation mark]Deputy Jimbo, Rick -- I'd like you to meet my new son-in-law, Muddy. Ain't that right, Muddy?[quotation mark][paragraph break][quotation mark]I do reckon it's better than a-hanging.[quotation mark][paragraph break]Muddy never sees it coming. Mary Sue's roundhouse punch lands square on his jaw, launching him towards the jail bars like a sack of potatoes.[paragraph break][quotation mark]Well,[quotation mark] you observe, [quotation mark]maybe this marriage just might work out.[quotation mark]"	--
 "PC"	--	"The sheriff's wheelchair rolls up the front ramp, and he enters the office with his multicultural posse, who represent the diverse members of the community of Endangered Arthropod Valley. Two of the named women in his posse discuss a subject other than men. The sheriff draws a nonlethal weapon that has not been tested on animals, and waves it in a non-threatening manner at you and your partner.[paragraph break]The deputy finishes his yoga stretches and stands up, draining his bottle of health water and setting the recyclable bottle on the renewable hardwood desk. [quotation mark]Sheriff, we had a right pleasant evening, and I reckon these gentlemen is sincerely regretful of their wrongdoings.[quotation mark][paragraph break]The sheriff agrees, [quotation mark]I do reckon, but they still got to repay their crime, even if the blame for that crime ultimately rests on society itself, and is the result of a poor educational system and the lack of adequate social welfare and state institutions.[quotation mark][paragraph break]The deputy nods sagely, [quotation mark]How about some community service? The Gunslinger's Significant Other Association runs a camp for autistic spectrum disorder orphan Native Americans on the outskirts of town. I reckon they could use a hand running their cruelty-free all-vegetarian farm.[quotation mark][paragraph break]There is a murmur of agreement from the posse, and the sheriff claps the deputy on his back. [quotation mark]That's mighty forward thinking of you, James.[quotation mark][paragraph break]Muddy gives you a distressed look and asks the sheriff, [quotation mark]I reckon I'd prefer the hanging. Is that still an option?[quotation mark]"	--
 "A Flare For Design"	--	"The sheriff strolls into the office and immediately notices the portrait. Hands on his hips, he admires the painting. [quotation mark]I declare, that *do* make the office. It breaks up that entire space. That wall were so stark and empty before you done hung it. I owe you two a debt of sincere gratitude.[quotation mark][paragraph break]Muddy considers the painting as well and then looks around the room. [quotation mark]That seemed the right place to hang it, considering you got all them wood tones in the desk and the cabinet, and yonder doorway gives that area a bright, natural light most of the day.[quotation mark][paragraph break]The deputy stirs. [quotation mark]Yeah,[quotation mark] he adds, [quotation mark]It's a shame we don't got no windows in the office, excepting in the jail cell. I reckon we could knock out that front wall and put in a bay window, maybe add a window treatment that would soften the room a jot. Also, how about a stencil? Something rustic, running as a trim, just below the ceiling.[quotation mark][paragraph break]You brew four cups of dark, whole-bodied espresso, sprinkling the top with nutmeg. The steam curls upward and fills the room with a rich aroma. You settle down on the plush wraparound couch that has appeared in the office and join the sheriff, the deputy and Muddy in browsing through a book of fabric swatches."		--	
 "Range Rover"	--	"The waving fields of wheat are incinerated in the actinic flame of fusion rocket exhaust as a quarter-mile long football-shaped metal ship extends its landing pylons and sets down across the street from the sheriff's office.[paragraph break]The sheriff is transfixed by the sight, and the marshal faints outright.[paragraph break]A gangplank extends and a massive cargo door rolls open. A woman in a blue flight suit is followed down the ramp by an energetic white dog with black spots. She walks to the office and stares at Muddy.[paragraph break][quotation mark]Janet?[quotation mark] croaks Muddy dryly. [quotation mark]I didn't expect to see you around these parts.[quotation mark][paragraph break][quotation mark]I bet you didn't,[quotation mark] she replies matter-of-factly. [quotation mark]We have a situation in The Belt, grab your saddle bag.[quotation mark][paragraph break][quotation mark]I got a buddy, Janet. He's real good with a gun and plays a mean harmonica.[quotation mark] Muddy turns to you, [quotation mark]Janet, this here is Rick.[quotation mark][paragraph break]Janet nods and is already walking back to the ship before you can so much as say [quotation mark]howdy[quotation mark].[paragraph break][quotation mark]What's with her?[quotation mark] you ask.[paragraph break]Muddy sighs. [quotation mark]It's complicated, I reckon.[quotation mark] "	--