One day, while I was sitting in my office, I came across a pickle. Green, pickly. God, I hated that hideous freak of nature. I put it on a sandwich, and I ate it. Oh, a shudder of joy sprang through my numerous whip wounds. I slathered this computer terminal with my pickle breath...and it felt GOOD!!!
The Goats of Timbuktoo
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