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| Steady, mate, hold burger wrapper in front of face. Hither, our fell clown shant see us coming. | |
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| Fair hap on you wee child, this day now introduces McHaggis. You stomach ewe stomach shall at last meet. Hark, what paper blows this way? | |
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| Lo, my life blood escapes me. Was the prophecy in ill sooth? For I believed myself immune to harm from man born of woman. | |
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| Alas, born of no woman am I. For I am just a cartoon character drawn in pixels on yon internet. Witness all blue screen of death closing in on hamburger queen McBeth. | |
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