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Cabbit is once again enjoying some fine methelated goodness, when disaster strikes...
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| Oh bollocks, not that heinous he-she Rogue... | |
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| Sistah Cabbit *gropegropefondlecavort* | |
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...meanwhile, in Cabbit's head...
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| Ah, a fantastical gender-bender for me to violate. | |
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| I guess I should intervene, but look, DOGONABALL, INNITCUTE!? | |
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...suddenly, Cabbit has a mad-cap-zany scheme that may just work, introdducing Papa Francois, freestyle jazz artist extraordinaire!
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| *snap-snap* Like, get outta mah face... | |
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| Aiee! I must flee, too hep for me! | |
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