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Pling!
random wibble of the kleng peninsualar, whoops there goes the toaster. I eat spam. Never mind that, what about the three pound steak? But I never did. What? Maaaaaaaaamoths! No! Not under my roof. Zulus, thousands of 'em. 2.4 igloos. At this hour? Never, never ever. Well. Maybe. PENGUIIIINS. Thursday.
Cross an ewok with a jabberwocky? Nope. Not in this lifetime, fella-me-lad.
Damn, missed the bus.
Spleen!