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| I am disembodied arm. My life is one of nothing, for I do not live. | |
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| I wonder to wom this arm once belonged? | |
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| I once was very happy scratching the ass of Squalman, but now I do nothing. I sigh with despair. | |
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| Hmm, maybe I'll make me some finger sandwiches while I think. | |
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