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| Whew! Those burning zombie corpses stink. | |
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| Yeah, the smell got all over my bean bag chair. | |
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| Don't worry about it. A bunch of my skin is already stuck to it. | |
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| Before it was gross, but now it's sort of festive. Like a bull penis in a George Foreman grill. | |
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