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I can't ever thank you enough. If you hadn't come along right at that moment, I would have
given my kingdom for a horse,
deep fried in vegetable oil and covered in breading and my great grand-uncle's second cousin's former roommate twice removed's special herbs and spices. Ah what a marvelous meal that would be. I could almost taste the
thick sweet fluid trickling down my throat, it's tempting me, I cannot control
myself. I gnash my teeth and my muscles start to buldge. My clothes start to rip under the strain, and slowly my skin starts to turn a strage green hue. Before you know it, I have transformed into
samuel johnston, the car park attendant who wouldn't die. I will put tickets under your windscreen wipers and roar hellfire and doom.
