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Once upon a time, in Punsilvania, there was an evil tyrant who lived for tormenting his people.
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| A chicken crossing the road is poultry in motion. | |
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| Oh dear sweet Jebus! Make it Stop! | |
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In neighboring Bushington, powerful men coveted it's rich clay deposits.
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| We're invading because of... Don't you mean something like... oil... land... national security? | |
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Thus began a short and bloody war.
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| The only way they'll get our clay is over my dead body. | |
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