Granted, but confusion leads to the milking of chickens and the egg-birthing of cows. The world soon runs out of milk and eggs, and we somehow die. Thanks for nothing.
I wish i could win the game. And not have to go threw some crummy sequel after either.
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Kugarfang: o hai guiz im trying to find this techno song from the radio and it goes like this:
DUN duuuunnnn dudududududun SPLOOSH duuunnnnn
We ate the horse.
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