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| Grampa, was grandma really killed by an oncoming train filled with rabid monkey feces? | |
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| Oh, no. That's only what I tell people since a heart attack seems too morose. | |
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| She really died in a birthday cake accident. Her hair got on fire from a candle, and she was prancing this way and that to stop it. In the end, it was no good, she was too damn flammible. | |
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| Which is it? A birthday cake accident or a heart attack? | |
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| We've been snooping in grampa's garden, haven't we, boy? | |
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