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Bacstage, at a Neil Sedaka concert...
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| My exploding, quivering anus. | |
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| No. Fear my new-found sentience. I am now 'aware', and I am going to terminate you and your genus. | |
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| Yeah-huh. What don't you just shut up while you can, red-ass? We elephants tend to hold grudges. | |
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| NOOOO!! Damn you, what have you done to me???!?!? | |
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| We may not have anything but a trunk, but it's damn good for doing magic thingies. | |
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