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My breakfast was
his penis, always. He was always horny in the morning, which annoyed me sometimes, but hey, what can you do? So I unzipped his jeans and
pulled them down to his knees. Sure enough it was true, he'd had tattoos of the famous duo
on his butt--one person on each cheek. It was sort of unappealing, but at least he could attract
wolves by putting raw meat down his pants. Amazing talent, let me tell you. He also knows how to summon sharks. He doesn't do it anymore because he's lost too many limbs that way. Anyway, as he stood there on his footless stumps, I asked him to pass
his brains over so that I could eat them with my broccoli.
