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| The birds have gone plumb crazy! What'll we do? | |
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| Let's cower in a creepy old house while they pick us off one by one until we go out of our minds. | |
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| Let's whine and cry and throw up. | |
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| Let's nag my no-good son until he says "fuck it" and tosses me to the crows. | |
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| Let's sneak out to our car and hope they don't go apeshit again in the meantime. | |
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| Let's put on a hockey mask and cut them to ribbons with a fucking weedwhacker! | |
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