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| Let me out of the box this instant! I must go back to my desert and my roadrunner! | |
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Meanwhile, the farmer had just spotted the coyote, and brandishing his 12-gauge was walking silently towards the predator...
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| See? A whole farm of roadrunners, all to yourself. Ok? Bye! | |
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