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| I will always be waiting for you my children. Humanity, it is our destiny. Sing it loud my fine feathered Canadian friends. | |
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one more second and you may be dead.
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| Thank you Ling Ling Bathry. Your voice is conveniently soothing to me. My beard could never be a goatee. | |
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| Curiosity rhymed the cat, of course you silly girl. Kiss my bloody feet. | |
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| French Kiss. My face looking a bit lik a smeared Strawberry jam yellow cake. But it's blood I tell ya. BLOOD. | |
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