Oh Captain, My Captain!
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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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Once again, sir had to teach the boys all over again on how to properly grope and spank other men.
Adrenaline coursed through Prof. Xavier's veins as her sprang from his wheelchair and screamed "humping furniture IS NOT A MUTANT POWER!"
It was all very well the Head encouraging the boys to set up a Klan Klub, but the weekly lynching of the blackboard got to Mr Dalrymple every time.
That's IT, McGillicutty - if all you're going to do is dance along to Michael Jackson filmclips, we're taking away your plasma.
You're all sick, I tell you! All of you!. And you need help! That "blackboard" you're carrying off will never satisfy your bloodlust, WILL IT?... Look at me when I'm speaking to you! I can help. I truly can. But first you have to admit you have a problem...
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