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| Your half-baked ideas shall rule. All shall rue the day Sara Lee became a wholly owned subsidiary of Betty Crocker, and the pastry market was cornered! | |
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| Now to implement our cookie grace! Twist the tentacles of the icemen. Tie them in knots forever! | |
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| Nobody doesn't like scraggly! | |
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And they all lived happily ever after.
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| Help! My tentacles are being bended, Jerry. I need a pie. | |
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| My tentacles are being gerrymandered, Ben. Get me a slice too! | |
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