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i'm not a big fat numpty shouted the village idiot, i'm a
clued observer, that he knew more clandestine secrets than the whole township
could ever imagine, the sweet teenage girl was the towns most
skeptical doubter of the existence of cows. Sure, she'd seen pictures of them and everything, but would not be shifted from her belief that they were merely two men in a pantomime suit. Eventually, a psychiatrist was called in to
massage the left brain into
rising up and beating the right brain into submission. Only then will rationality reign supreme.
