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alone one day, JeZ decides to end it all
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| Alas... 'tis time to die - my rickets have disabled my legs and i cannot pogo no more, cap'n | |
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watched by a goat, he conjures up a plan....
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| a swift nail through the frontal lobe shall end my suffering, forsooth | |
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| ignore me... i'm just a goat | |
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unfortunatley, he didn't account for the miniscule muscles in his tiny arms
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| it seems my feeble arms cannot drive the iron spike far enough into my cranial cavity.... | |
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| this is fucked up right here | |
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