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| What's going on here anyway? How come I can't move? These squirrels must have drugged me. | |
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| Okay everyone... while our guest is immobilized, please form a line, and don't forget your acorns! | |
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| OMG!!! They're going to pelt me to death with acorns! This could be horrible! | |
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| Now when it's your turn, stick your acorns up his ass! The one with the acorn that makes him shit is the winner, and God loves him the most! | |
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| *Whew*, what a relief! This might even be fun! | |
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| Then line up again with your spoons, and feed him his own shit! The one who makes him vomit wins, and God loves him the most! | |
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