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We suspected something may be amiss when we spotted the reverend sitting in a shopping trolley, screaming "Excrement!!" at passers by. He was obviously quite
unable to function as a low ranking employee in a dog food QA testing centre. No he wanted more from life, no more furtive 'role playing' games in the bins outside Sainsburys - he needed to be more like a champion, sweating bucket loads from his
laughter gland causing great waves of
slime to erupt from the brain like a
long spiral of poodle poo. A tin of mackerel came from apparently nowhere, and hit me on the back of the head.
Before a word could be uttered a robotic Giant came from under the ground smashing the trees aside as it did so. His name was croom. Without his help the
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Harold Bishop
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