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Ok, lets say theres a good-fer-nothing Goober a-protestin in front of ummm... Happy Cow Milk Farm or sumthin. 
So I walks up to him and says "Hey mister Goober, how bout a non dairy treat?" And he looks at me with those beedy lil eyes of his and he says,
"Why thank you, I was getting thirsty sucklin tha teet of Satan..." or sumthing like that the goobers would say.
Then he drinks it down like a horse with no name and starts a coughin and a sputterin.
And I peels off the label and its jes milk! They fall fer it every galdurn time!
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