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| Hail, powerful McBeth, who can be killed by no man born of woman, safe until Brazil's rainforest marches upon you! | |
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| Ha ha! Verily I am invulnerable! Raise the prices! No more special orders! Chokeable toys in Happy Meals! Shamrock Shakes every day! | |
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| Dude, witness yon restaurant's decline into suckdom. Yon clowne turns this into a house of crappe. | |
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| Verily, must needs we kill him. But how to sneak up on him? They say a clown a thousand eyes hath. | |
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| Hark, yon convenient trashcan, in which lie dozens of burger wrappers, differently worded on each side for multiple foldings. | |
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| Aye, a side says Big Mac, another Filet-O-Fish, another La Royale with Cheese, and another Recycled Paper made in Brazil. | |
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