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| Heya, crabsticle. I'm bored with this storyline. Do you mind if I do another one of those abrupt non sequiturs and take it in a whole new direction? | |
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| Nah, that's fine. Let's see... Okay... how about it turns out that the whole serial killer storyline is somebody's nightmare? | |
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Uh... it's a sentient microphone who works for the people who cloned dolly the sheep. It wakes from some kind of coma, finding itself onstage, about to be sung into by... uh.... Meg Ryan!
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| What the fuck? Where am I? | |
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| I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair... | |
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| I worry about you sometimes, mate. | |
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| ...but_she_never_gets the chance to sing, because the reanimated corpse of Abraham Lincoln suddenly appears, demanding immediate gangbang action! | |
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