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Why must the Monkey subject poor Timmy to the horrors of his variegated fluids? The gods themselves, they do not know.
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The children thought it was cute, but Finneas had trained the hamster to be the ultimate weapon in his struggle against the Manchurian warlords.
"You don't have to be Richard Gere to appreciate a gerbil," said Uncle Trevor. "But it beats a Pretty Woman, any day"
"That's right little Timmy, one bite from this were-mouse and your Ricketts and malformed arm will be cured"
"Eat it, you crazy bastard!"
"Yes," Mr. Squeakers thought, "as soon as the old man releases his index finger from my backside I shall be free to plunge this puny planet into an eternity of darkness and... Wait." *Sniff, Sniff* "Someone here has cheese..."
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