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Hey, I had a bath just a month or so ago after that incident with Chumby. I probably don't need another until, oh, I don't know, maybe Christmas?
And, oh, yes, the NatCh Memorial Spleen Cheese Sculpture incident: hey, it wasn't my fault. Marc told me it was okay and it smelled really good, er, bad, if you know what I mean. So I stuck my nose in it and then claimed my territory as I always do. Don't you?
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