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Q: How far must I go to find the land of supreme pie?
A: There is no pie!
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Me, singing: Krieg, huh... wozu ist der gut? Um Europa zu übernehmen! Vote Morphine - the party for Not Crushing Opium! Yoda, to his ice-cream: The sauce is upon you, and soon, sprinkles must fall! |
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