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This is Zeke, the farmer.
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Zeke isn't quite right in the head.
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| Maybe I can pick up that chicken over there from here by... dagnabbit, nope. | |
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And one year ago, Zeke entered the barn on his usual rounds. Nothing could prepare him for what he found inside.
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| What's all that noise in that barn? Damn them animals... | |
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