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| Little Bunny Foofoo, you have been bopping field mice on the head for too long. I shall now turn you into a goon. | |
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| Oh fudge, I didn't think you meant it. | |
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| Beeng a goon rily sux. I cunt evin spel rite. | |
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| Do my bidding by day, Foofoo, and I will let be a bunny at night. | |
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But all the women children, that have not known a man by lying with him, keep alive for yourselves. (Numbers 31:18)
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| Hay hoar, it's unkonshenshual hed boppin thyme. | |
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| No, don't rap me, you mad rappit! | |
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