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Mandrake the Magician blew his horn
until his lungs were a wasted sac, blood spurting
from a finger. There were no plasters in the house, so one was hastily fabricated.
"Big cock and balls!" shouted someone from behind, which made me feel quite
happy to receive semi-fossilised dogs instead of the usual gravy trousers.
Or possibly the arse chocolate game.
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