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It was a truly bleak day at Dr. Retch's Academy. There had been an unfortunate incident involving a small Indian boy named Abdul who had become ensconced within
General Hague's colon. It was a dark but strangely warming place and if he'd had his cell phone he would have phoned to cancel his appointment with Gozilla that afternoon. However
the Diary she kept was hidden too well. The nearest she got to being a saint was
to give his life to the dark-side (by which we are referring to watching endless reruns of Friends).
Killed my granny.
That's OK... she tasted like chicken. Woot!
Raaaa
Harold Bishop
fizz bomb