Certainly Maybe. RANDom FUNk
A sense of catastrophe in the fresh winter air,
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The Master warned me *hick* that this would happen. He said my telepathy would get all *hick* screwed up when I drink. Like right now *hick*, for example. I was sitting 'ere, minding my own business, thinking about taking off my stupid hat, when *hick* this happens. The hats. The foil hats. Must *hick* gets them.
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