o

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O

Now, despite thee appearance, thee innocence is lackluster as a piddock, thy liverish yet wizened and shriveled contentions conclude to a flighty bushel. Ze Potato is but a dray immitation of thineself, without the true grace and power, indeed a bight must shed a tear when one such as thee besmirchs thine reputation. In conclusion, thee art kneel before thine various worshipers for thee art but too dank for I.