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| Ah, once again we are treated to the cunning ruthlessness that is at work in the heart of Mr. Funny. He's got you believing that all he needs is a little love, right? You want to go and hug Mr. Funny, tell him it'll be alright, be his friend, yes? Well let me tell you, the last person to fall for that trick had their head snapped clean off their body and used as a football by a mob of rampaging Guarani that Mr. Funny brought along for the occasion. And what happened to the body still makes me start awake in the early hours of the morning, hands prodding to ensure the continuing placement of my kidneys in my torso. He's a cheeky one, is Mr. Funny. |
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