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| Man, the ground feels weird around here. What's the deal? | |
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| Welcome, traveller, to Vanillopolis, where the roads are made of ice cream! | |
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| Roads made of ice cream? What do you do in the summer? | |
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| Row our way around in gondolas, like in Venice. | |
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| Bad news, Mr. Mayor. The gondolier death tolls are up this year. Three drowned just this month from trying to lean over and drink the ice cream. | |
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| Well, it's still better than when the streets were canals of hot coffee. | |
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