We gittin our asses kicked by multiple attacks of minutia. Debt, buy a million lies!
OK, the beings said fore us to communicate to the Neanderthals.
Ok, the beings said relocate!
Ok, the beings said, They are the Lords Thy Gog!
Don't do dis dat and de utter thing. That was a Rap, was the final epiphany, that universal freedom was nigh!
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