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| Sir, I represent the FBI, please explain what you saw in the sky that night? | |
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| It was one o' those flyin' saucers. And it wasn't just in the sky that night. | |
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| It landed, and some little green negro got out of it. All that flyin' must'a made him a might sick. | |
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| Did anything else happen? | |
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| That little green negro grabbed my wife, stuck a finger in all three of her lady holes, swung her like a bowlin' ball and then left, laughing hysterically. | |
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