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GROVER IS THAT YOU???!!!
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING THERE?!!&(* ANDROMEDA *^#@#
I'M PAYING YOU TO TEACH TURTLES TO DO CALS NOT FUCK AROUND IN DIVE BARS HAVING SEX WITH ANY FUCKING ANY FUCKING ANY FUCKING ARRGGHH SHIT I'M STUCK FUCKING ANY FUCKING ANY FUCKING
and then all of the stars shifted slightly as the meteors passed. small cosmic waves almost touched in an arc while earth denizens watched, wondering about Vienna and if the sky really should have maintained such a yellowish hue for more than fifteen -
but grover cut them off with a flick of his wrist and a gnashing of his teeth:
"crunch the eyes with your molars," he said. "that way the optical fluids won't drip down the length of your tongue."
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