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You don't know quite what to sing, so you sing the entire score from the H.M.S. PInafore, with a qutie moving rendition of "I'm Called Little Buttercup (though I will never tell why)" if you do say so yourself, but Paul Walker found it quite disturbing; it reminded him of Sideshow Bob. Heartbroken, you wander aimlessly home, home to your box next to the McDonald's dumpster, but find it being hauled off by garbage men as you arrive. You're feeling hopeless, but then you see it, the most gorgeous cut of meat you've ever laid eyes on. You and the raw steak have so much fun together, frolicking in fields, dancing in the moonlight, necking at look out point, until Thursday, when it starts to mold, and you know it's over. You're heartbroken, and even more hungry, so you eat the steak, and then you die. |
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