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After walking for hours, the escaped Martha Stweart finally comes upon civilization.
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| o/`Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-dum-doing... | |
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| Is that an out-of-tune banjo I hear? | |
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| Those strings are shot, but we can use them to hoist your instrument to the ceiling, where it will make a tasteful chandelier. | |
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| And then we'll attach this spittoon to it, and poke some holes into the fingerboard, so it will mist down the incoming saliva. | |
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| Cool. I always wanted a drooling banjo. | |
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