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When the Plain-headed Stickmen popped out, they were nailed. They actually were, McFuck hadn't failed.
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Then they yelled at the ones who had nails from the start,
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... groaned the one who had nails from the first. "We're still the best Stickmen, and they are the worst. But how in the world will we know," they all frowned,
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