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| Mark well my anguish, Royal Fool! By kidney stones am I sore afflicted, and greatly in need of levity. | |
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| For such an ill, laughter is the best of medicines, my lord! Especially when washed down with a quart of cranberry juice. *Honk Honk*! | |
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| Your jaws gape and gibber, yet I laugheth not. Make haste to amuse, knave, for my torment is great. | |
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