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MAY A BOLT OF LIGHTNING STRIKE YOU DOWN FILTHY STRANGERS. I FART IN YOUR GENERAL DIRECTION. YOUR MOTHERS WERE HAMSTERS AND YOUR FATHERS... SMELT OF ELDERBERRIES!!! NOW, ON TO THE QUESTION: NO MORE SPA

You: HAHA I UNDERSTAND THIS

You: IT IS A SERIES OF OBSCURE POP-CULTURE REFERENCES ONLY THE MOST MALNOURISHED ANTISOCIAL DEMOGRAPHIC BEARS ANY HOPE OF EMBRACING

Stranger: Huh?

You: BUT, AS I RESIDE QUITE COMFORTABLY WITHIN THIS POPULATION, I SHALL ENDEAVOR TO EMBOLDEN THE SPY'S SPIRITS WITH A HEARTY APPRECIATION OF HIS NICHE ATTEMPTS AT WITTINESS

You: HO HO, HA HA, IT'S JUST A FLESH WOUND!!!

You: WOOD

You: CARIBOU

You: VERY WOODY WORD DEAR DON'T YOU THINK

Stranger: How old r u?

You: NOT TINNY AT ALL

You: TERRY PRATCHETT

You: THE RINGWORLD IS UNSTABLE!!!!

You: HO HO HO H OH O

You: GOOD SHOW CHAPS

You: AND GOOD NIGHT

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