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"Dance, monkey boy!" the Ringmaster cried as the crowd cheered their appreciated. "Dammit!" he thought as he struggled through the
thick, braided, venomous, spike-hurling, mammal-consuming vines, slashing through with
a plastic knife and fork, really looking for something more delicious like a
Big Mac, but without tomato sauce, cos that's for losers, but I digress, as
always you know you must wipe your bum properly after a big poo!! Whoopss sorry I digressed again! Where were we? Oh yes,
He closed the light and went to sleep.
