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I stole it and I'm loading it up with lurid tales written by hallucinating gibbons. Then I'll interfenestrate, put it back on Slayda's bedside, defenestrate, and leave nothing but a funky brume and the nails-on-blackboard fading of inappropriate laughter. And you lot...you're next...
AAAAAAHAha[coughcough]hahickhaha[burp]snickerteeheebWAHAHAHAHARGH!!![snork]...Giggle.
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