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I'll slip out of the cage just before dark...
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He'll probably be saying "Groovy" as he walks past the corn chips, that lay in the bag, that's been left partly open, on the shelf by the fridge and the back door. That's why they're stale!
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Then the carnage will begin! With nothing more than my my anterior pecker, I will (in understandably small increments), peck him to death!
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| Take that!!! *peck peck peck*! ...and that!!! *peck peck peck*! Live by the pecker... Die by the pecker! *PECK PECK PECK*!!! Have anything to say before I administer the final PECKING? | |
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| It only hurts when dirt gets in the peck-holes! | |
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