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Yo, Pinktoe! You out there, man? Wanna doughnut? Bacon? Tickets to the playoffs?
Nothing. I knew it. Total vaporware. An utter noncorporeal straight outta pshwynkies' inner child. You oughta get a grip, my man. I think you're losing it, you know? Reality's slipping away. Take a look at the floor behind you. There are marbles everywhere down there, aren't there? Thought so. I feel for you, dude. I really do.
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