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| o/` Springtime: Bin Laden, Afghanistan // Muslim extremists unite ... | |
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| o/` Look in the sky - a crop-duster // You've been infected, ha-ha, buster ... | |
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| Yo, Ozzie, what have you got for me, man? | |
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| Mehmet, I want you and Ali to take this explosive and hijack the moon and crash it into the US and Israel. | |
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But there was no air on the moon, and the terrorists did not have spacesuits. Someone had set them up the bomb! Their blood boiled and ignited.
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