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Hey, don't tell me my business, man! You don't think I don't know what I'm talkin' about?
**snickers from the audience***
Hey, shut up down there! I've had enough of this!
***exits the stage and falls off the front***
Ummm...yeah...
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Whence September dusk grows crisper still,
with leaves all crimson conquered,
I yearn to shout,
and dance about,
and stick pickles in my honker...
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