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| Frank, the killer left another clue. "Oatmeal, organs in a paunch, make for quite a lunch. After you eat me you will die. What in the world am I?" | |
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| Hold it, something is coming to me. | |
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| No... Stop... Just kill me now. Don't force me to eat Haggis. I hate Haggis. | |
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| No not really... except a hankering for Scottish food. | |
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