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| Abe Vigoda, here, coming to you from the land of the dead. I'm not scheduled to be here, yet, but I missed Bernice. | |
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| And I am the ghost of all crappy animal acts, past. | |
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| It's pretty fucking boring, here in the afterlife, folks. | |
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| Millions of chickens are killed every day. Most of us end up as soup, never knowing the roar of the greasepaint! | |
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| Bernice couldn't be here! She sends her love. | |
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