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Golly me, I've seen chuckleheads in a room where they've added cheese spray on my ribeye! Like clown makeup or a cake of powder you'd sneeze out of your nostrils. I've just tasted cake, drier than dried pasta. Minute after minute, I cough until...I cough powder from my lips. I struggle, but survive.
I wanted to scold those pumpkinbrains for experimenting food with their cheesy tricks. All is well, briefly. What do I find? No one yet. The chuckleheads even wanted wine, women and songs. I feel laughter in my chest, then wanted to join these boys until after dinner.

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