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After his creation, the goat (he shall remain nameless) ponders his existence...
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| Hi, I'd just like to ask... what am i doing here? | |
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| You must not think about these things, for your ass will fall off and you will turn into a gibbering wreck | |
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| What am i...? eek! *dribble* | |
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