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Meanwhile, in Upper-Class Land...
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| I'm sorry sir, there's no more octopus left in all of Upper-Class Land. | |
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| What! No octopus! Why, this is a joke too far! I'm going to write a letter to my national representative! | |
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| I say, look at this polite letter. We're a bit short on octopus. | |
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| Oh my! You think it's time to finally start revising our frivilous octopus-consumption habits? | |
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| Heavens no, old bean! We'll just invade Inkrael and take their supply of octopus using our weapons of mass destruction. | |
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