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Gerald handed me the defribulator and I got to work resussitating my clone. Twenty minutes had passed
and soon there were hundereds and hundereds of identical hamsters walking in a complete straight line across the screen... One after the other... sometimes with the odd gap, but they
still wanted to eat as much junk food as they could before leaving the party. Unfortunately, Paul was not aware that he was
drowning in a pond of milky mayonnaise. Up to his craned neck in the goop, nostrils flared wide to take in what might be the last
book in the series. It had finally been confirmed that "Harry Potter And The Author Who Needed Money To Pay Her Enormous Tax Bill" was indeed going to be the last installment, and it was certain that every character in it would
begin spouting quasi-romantic poetry, full of words like 'thou' and 'art' and constant swooning. An airstrike of philosophers must be called in, led by Socrates’ mouldy corpse, to crush the stanza-based madness with logical arguments and large hamme
