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| That's the sixth bowl of shredded wheat I've eaten today. | |
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| What was it they said in school? Something about shredded wheat, and eating it?! AESW? BESW? No, no, it was NESW! | |
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...of spontaneous reality creation...
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| That's N, for NEVER! Now I remember, the lesson was on giving us DIRECTIONS! I must dispose of it all before I eat another bowl! | |
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| Whew, all the shredded wheat is gone now, scattered to the four winds. I'm now saved! Unless... | |
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...so bring your checkbook.
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| ...unless the "directions" are a LIE, intended to usurp my power, and only by disobeying them may I liveth forever! | |
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| I MUST BUY ALL THE SHREDDED WHEAT IN THIS STORE! | |
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