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By order of the *BLEEP* you will be held captive for many years. Your future, speaketh the spuds, will be a bleak and dismal one, broken only by lamps and lollipops. You are an unbeliever in the spuds, and therefore they must punish your insolence with the fruits of their vine!

(What does that mean you ask? Fool! Know you not that the spuds speak wisdom even if your brain cannot process it?!)

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Return to the main page to live with your bleak future forever haunting you or

go back to the spuds to try and win their favour

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On a lighter note, I really had fun with this fortune. Doesn't it show?