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| Andy, I need to get in touch with the Mad Rappist. All the wooden badgers on my farm have gone into pon farr at once, and I need someone to service them. fuck's my only hope. | |
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| I'm afraid he can't help you. He only molests living creatures, not those made of wood. You'd need a fuck made of wood to take care of your badgers. | |
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| A fuck made of wood? What if we were to build a large wooden statue of fuck and set it loose on my badgers? | |
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| It's worth a try. How many wooden badgers are we talking about? | |
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| Oh, two, three thousand at the most. Do you think it's feasible? | |
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| I don't know, but we might as well build it. If nothing else, we'll learn the answer to the age-old question: How much wood could a wood fuck fuck if a wood fuck could fuck wood? | |
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