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Madam Banjo has lured out Jack the Canary with the promise of dinner...as s/he needs a break from the revolting zombie problem at the Church of Banjo
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| I hope you don't mind joining me for dinner | |
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| Hmmm...something smells fishy here... | |
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Sadly, Jack's canary instincts, as ever, have fired off too late. The Fish Hand personality emerges from the fractured mind of Madam Banjo
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| mmm...mmmm..cover you in fish oil and eat you for dinner, Jack | |
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Nurse Banjo finally wrestles the other personalities under control - and summons Penguin Trev
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| I'll lose my figure at this rate...put the remains in a doggy bag and use 'em to round up those zombies... | |
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