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| What's for dinner, Mommy? | |
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| Well, not just plain rats. I've whipped up a really nice recipe for ratloaf. Garnished with, uhh...rats. | |
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| I got that job in corpse disposal. Since money is useless now, they're paying me with rats. | |
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| "The incredible, edible rat." Ha, ha. Oh--I got gang-raped by crazed maniacs again today. | |
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