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And now True Beleivers, because no one demanded it. . .
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| Hello there, all my basal ganglia. Tonight we look at the mystery of TIME BISCUT MAN. Who is he? What is he? How do those biscuts taste? | |
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| Well it all started one day when I was passed out from too much booze. I slept and had a bizarre dream. . . | |
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"I dreamt I was in a log cabin and otuside there was a midget (or due to stripcreator limitations, an ELF) and a loud booming voice. . . ."
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| IT'S THE TIME BISCUT MAN! IT'S THE TIME BISCUT MAN! | |
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| . . .and that's how I came up with it. I bet your stories of inspiration don;t invole log cabins, noisy midget/elves or bizarre superheores | |
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