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The Amalyan Quarter - Fun Things We Do => The Dumping Grounds - Spam Games => Topic started by: taulover on December 11, 2016, 05:03:12 AM
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We've done One Word Story (http://wintreath.com/forums/index.php?topic=3445.0) and One Sentence Story (http://wintreath.com/forums/index.php?topic=3448.0); let's start a Three Word Story.
(For those who haven't played before, basically, each new post copy-pastes the existing story and extends the tale by three words.)
Let me begin:
One day, a
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One day, a tree fell onto
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potato. The potato
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potato. The potato was mad that
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potato. The potato was mad that someone had chopped
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potato. The potato was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potato. The potato was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potato. The potato was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potato. The potato was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potato. The potato was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potato. The potato was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber?
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potato. The potato was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potato. The potato was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potato. The potato was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potato. The potato was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potato. The potato was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potato. The potato was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potato. The potato was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potato. The potato was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potato. The potato was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potato. The potato was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potato. The potato was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potato. The potato was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of a
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark!
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
OOC: Why are we spelling potatoe with an e on the end?
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
Naturally, this glory
((It's a relic from earlier on. Things must remain consistent, after all)).
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe
(This (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wdqbi66oNuI) is the original reference; Robin and others are now using it very often, especially in reference to Crushita's Potatoe Church (http://wintreath.com/forums/index.php?topic=2917.0) and in RP (http://wintreath.com/forums/index.php?topic=4125.0).)
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe, said Dan Quayle
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the
Ah, now I remember that whole Dan Quayle thing.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result,
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this,
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe,
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued,
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon,
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next,
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then,
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle!
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains!
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet,
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they?
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver,
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair:
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?"
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they couldn't find a
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they couldn't find a Command & Conquer
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they couldn't find a Command & Conquer copy. And maps.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they couldn't find a Command & Conquer copy. And maps. Yuri was watching
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they couldn't find a Command & Conquer copy. And maps. Yuri was watching Youtube videos about
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they couldn't find a Command & Conquer copy. And maps. Yuri was watching Youtube videos about extreme skydiving when
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they couldn't find a Command & Conquer copy. And maps. Yuri was watching Youtube videos about extreme skydiving when the thought police
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they couldn't find a Command & Conquer copy. And maps. Yuri was watching Youtube videos about extreme skydiving when the thought police smashed the doors
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they couldn't find a Command & Conquer copy. And maps. Yuri was watching Youtube videos about extreme skydiving when the thought police smashed the doors. "For Big Brother!
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they couldn't find a Command & Conquer copy. And maps. Yuri was watching Youtube videos about extreme skydiving when the thought police smashed the doors. "For Big Brother!" the Thinkpol yelled.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they couldn't find a Command & Conquer copy. And maps. Yuri was watching Youtube videos about extreme skydiving when the thought police smashed the doors. "For Big Brother!" the Thinkpol yelled. To the Minitrue!
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they couldn't find a Command & Conquer copy. And maps. Yuri was watching Youtube videos about extreme skydiving when the thought police smashed the doors. "For Big Brother!" the Thinkpol yelled. To the Minitrue! So they traveled
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they couldn't find a Command & Conquer copy. And maps. Yuri was watching Youtube videos about extreme skydiving when the thought police smashed the doors. "For Big Brother!" the Thinkpol yelled. To the Minitrue! So they traveled to Temple Prime.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they couldn't find a Command & Conquer copy. And maps. Yuri was watching Youtube videos about extreme skydiving when the thought police smashed the doors. "For Big Brother!" the Thinkpol yelled. To the Minitrue! So they traveled to Temple Prime. At Temple Prime
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they couldn't find a Command & Conquer copy. And maps. Yuri was watching Youtube videos about extreme skydiving when the thought police smashed the doors. "For Big Brother!" the Thinkpol yelled. To the Minitrue! So they traveled to Temple Prime. At Temple Prime, they found a
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they couldn't find a Command & Conquer copy. And maps. Yuri was watching Youtube videos about extreme skydiving when the thought police smashed the doors. "For Big Brother!" the Thinkpol yelled. To the Minitrue! So they traveled to Temple Prime. At Temple Prime, they found a blue Tiberium field
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they couldn't find a Command & Conquer copy. And maps. Yuri was watching Youtube videos about extreme skydiving when the thought police smashed the doors. "For Big Brother!" the Thinkpol yelled. To the Minitrue! So they traveled to Temple Prime. At Temple Prime, they found a blue Tiberium field filled with inexplicably
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they couldn't find a Command & Conquer copy. And maps. Yuri was watching Youtube videos about extreme skydiving when the thought police smashed the doors. "For Big Brother!" the Thinkpol yelled. To the Minitrue! So they traveled to Temple Prime. At Temple Prime, they found a blue Tiberium field filled with inexplicably red Tiberium fields.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they couldn't find a Command & Conquer copy. And maps. Yuri was watching Youtube videos about extreme skydiving when the thought police smashed the doors. "For Big Brother!" the Thinkpol yelled. To the Minitrue! So they traveled to Temple Prime. At Temple Prime, they found a blue Tiberium field filled with inexplicably red Tiberium fields. The skydivers and
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they couldn't find a Command & Conquer copy. And maps. Yuri was watching Youtube videos about extreme skydiving when the thought police smashed the doors. "For Big Brother!" the Thinkpol yelled. To the Minitrue! So they traveled to Temple Prime. At Temple Prime, they found a blue Tiberium field filled with inexplicably red Tiberium fields. The skydivers and thought police got
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they couldn't find a Command & Conquer copy. And maps. Yuri was watching Youtube videos about extreme skydiving when the thought police smashed the doors. "For Big Brother!" the Thinkpol yelled. To the Minitrue! So they traveled to Temple Prime. At Temple Prime, they found a blue Tiberium field filled with inexplicably red Tiberium fields. The skydivers and thought police got together and danced.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they couldn't find a Command & Conquer copy. And maps. Yuri was watching Youtube videos about extreme skydiving when the thought police smashed the doors. "For Big Brother!" the Thinkpol yelled. To the Minitrue! So they traveled to Temple Prime. At Temple Prime, they found a blue Tiberium field filled with inexplicably red Tiberium fields. The skydivers and thought police got together and danced. During the dance
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they couldn't find a Command & Conquer copy. And maps. Yuri was watching Youtube videos about extreme skydiving when the thought police smashed the doors. "For Big Brother!" the Thinkpol yelled. To the Minitrue! So they traveled to Temple Prime. At Temple Prime, they found a blue Tiberium field filled with inexplicably red Tiberium fields. The skydivers and thought police got together and danced. During the dance, a wild Pokemon
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they couldn't find a Command & Conquer copy. And maps. Yuri was watching Youtube videos about extreme skydiving when the thought police smashed the doors. "For Big Brother!" the Thinkpol yelled. To the Minitrue! So they traveled to Temple Prime. At Temple Prime, they found a blue Tiberium field filled with inexplicably red Tiberium fields. The skydivers and thought police got together and danced. During the dance, a wild Pokemon stumbled across the
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they couldn't find a Command & Conquer copy. And maps. Yuri was watching Youtube videos about extreme skydiving when the thought police smashed the doors. "For Big Brother!" the Thinkpol yelled. To the Minitrue! So they traveled to Temple Prime. At Temple Prime, they found a blue Tiberium field filled with inexplicably red Tiberium fields. The skydivers and thought police got together and danced. During the dance, a wild Pokemon stumbled across the Great Blue Sea.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they couldn't find a Command & Conquer copy. And maps. Yuri was watching Youtube videos about extreme skydiving when the thought police smashed the doors. "For Big Brother!" the Thinkpol yelled. To the Minitrue! So they traveled to Temple Prime. At Temple Prime, they found a blue Tiberium field filled with inexplicably red Tiberium fields. The skydivers and thought police got together and danced. During the dance, a wild Pokemon stumbled across the Great Blue Sea. This wild Pokemon
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they couldn't find a Command & Conquer copy. And maps. Yuri was watching Youtube videos about extreme skydiving when the thought police smashed the doors. "For Big Brother!" the Thinkpol yelled. To the Minitrue! So they traveled to Temple Prime. At Temple Prime, they found a blue Tiberium field filled with inexplicably red Tiberium fields. The skydivers and thought police got together and danced. During the dance, a wild Pokemon stumbled across the Great Blue Sea. This wild Pokemon was then overcome
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they couldn't find a Command & Conquer copy. And maps. Yuri was watching Youtube videos about extreme skydiving when the thought police smashed the doors. "For Big Brother!" the Thinkpol yelled. To the Minitrue! So they traveled to Temple Prime. At Temple Prime, they found a blue Tiberium field filled with inexplicably red Tiberium fields. The skydivers and thought police got together and danced. During the dance, a wild Pokemon stumbled across the Great Blue Sea. This wild Pokemon was then overcome with joy at
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they couldn't find a Command & Conquer copy. And maps. Yuri was watching Youtube videos about extreme skydiving when the thought police smashed the doors. "For Big Brother!" the Thinkpol yelled. To the Minitrue! So they traveled to Temple Prime. At Temple Prime, they found a blue Tiberium field filled with inexplicably red Tiberium fields. The skydivers and thought police got together and danced. During the dance, a wild Pokemon stumbled across the Great Blue Sea. This wild Pokemon was then overcome with joy at the sight of
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they couldn't find a Command & Conquer copy. And maps. Yuri was watching Youtube videos about extreme skydiving when the thought police smashed the doors. "For Big Brother!" the Thinkpol yelled. To the Minitrue! So they traveled to Temple Prime. At Temple Prime, they found a blue Tiberium field filled with inexplicably red Tiberium fields. The skydivers and thought police got together and danced. During the dance, a wild Pokemon stumbled across the Great Blue Sea. This wild Pokemon was then overcome with joy at the sight of the ocean and
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they couldn't find a Command & Conquer copy. And maps. Yuri was watching Youtube videos about extreme skydiving when the thought police smashed the doors. "For Big Brother!" the Thinkpol yelled. To the Minitrue! So they traveled to Temple Prime. At Temple Prime, they found a blue Tiberium field filled with inexplicably red Tiberium fields. The skydivers and thought police got together and danced. During the dance, a wild Pokemon stumbled across the Great Blue Sea. This wild Pokemon was then overcome with joy at the sight of the ocean and the big bright
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they couldn't find a Command & Conquer copy. And maps. Yuri was watching Youtube videos about extreme skydiving when the thought police smashed the doors. "For Big Brother!" the Thinkpol yelled. To the Minitrue! So they traveled to Temple Prime. At Temple Prime, they found a blue Tiberium field filled with inexplicably red Tiberium fields. The skydivers and thought police got together and danced. During the dance, a wild Pokemon stumbled across the Great Blue Sea. This wild Pokemon was then overcome with joy at the sight of the ocean and the big bright field of dancers.
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they couldn't find a Command & Conquer copy. And maps. Yuri was watching Youtube videos about extreme skydiving when the thought police smashed the doors. "For Big Brother!" the Thinkpol yelled. To the Minitrue! So they traveled to Temple Prime. At Temple Prime, they found a blue Tiberium field filled with inexplicably red Tiberium fields. The skydivers and thought police got together and danced. During the dance, a wild Pokemon stumbled across the Great Blue Sea. This wild Pokemon was then overcome with joy at the sight of the ocean and the big bright field of dancers. The bright colors
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they couldn't find a Command & Conquer copy. And maps. Yuri was watching Youtube videos about extreme skydiving when the thought police smashed the doors. "For Big Brother!" the Thinkpol yelled. To the Minitrue! So they traveled to Temple Prime. At Temple Prime, they found a blue Tiberium field filled with inexplicably red Tiberium fields. The skydivers and thought police got together and danced. During the dance, a wild Pokemon stumbled across the Great Blue Sea. This wild Pokemon was then overcome with joy at the sight of the ocean and the big bright field of dancers. The bright colors that emanated from
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they couldn't find a Command & Conquer copy. And maps. Yuri was watching Youtube videos about extreme skydiving when the thought police smashed the doors. "For Big Brother!" the Thinkpol yelled. To the Minitrue! So they traveled to Temple Prime. At Temple Prime, they found a blue Tiberium field filled with inexplicably red Tiberium fields. The skydivers and thought police got together and danced. During the dance, a wild Pokemon stumbled across the Great Blue Sea. This wild Pokemon was then overcome with joy at the sight of the ocean and the big bright field of dancers. The bright colors that emanated from an extremely radioactive
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they couldn't find a Command & Conquer copy. And maps. Yuri was watching Youtube videos about extreme skydiving when the thought police smashed the doors. "For Big Brother!" the Thinkpol yelled. To the Minitrue! So they traveled to Temple Prime. At Temple Prime, they found a blue Tiberium field filled with inexplicably red Tiberium fields. The skydivers and thought police got together and danced. During the dance, a wild Pokemon stumbled across the Great Blue Sea. This wild Pokemon was then overcome with joy at the sight of the ocean and the big bright field of dancers. The bright colors that emanated from an extremely radioactive piece of pizza
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they couldn't find a Command & Conquer copy. And maps. Yuri was watching Youtube videos about extreme skydiving when the thought police smashed the doors. "For Big Brother!" the Thinkpol yelled. To the Minitrue! So they traveled to Temple Prime. At Temple Prime, they found a blue Tiberium field filled with inexplicably red Tiberium fields. The skydivers and thought police got together and danced. During the dance, a wild Pokemon stumbled across the Great Blue Sea. This wild Pokemon was then overcome with joy at the sight of the ocean and the big bright field of dancers. The bright colors that emanated from an extremely radioactive piece of pizza created a thousand
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One day, a tree fell onto something called a potatoe. The potatoe was mad that someone had chopped it into tiny little French fries. Now it was defiled and unholy! Who would worship such a tuber? But it was Trader who fixed an altar for the Great Penguintater, Lord of Many Birds and Tubers. It was a glorious altar, complete with giant golden throne, with gems encrusted in the shape of an oddly shaped potatoe. Unfortunately, now that it had been turned into fries it shouted, "Hark! The Herald Angels Starch! Glory to the diced Potatoe!"
"Naturally, this glory consumed the potatoe," said Dan Quayle, Prophet of the Church of the Holy Dirk Gently. Then, he stepped out of the cave and into the Potatoe Laboratory. There, he found some sweet potatoes, which were heretical kumara. They should be thrown into the meat grinder for daring to defy the Holy Prophet. As a result, the Spud would be free to roam around in the Potatoe Land. Seeing all this, everyone decided to run to the other side of the great river and catch tadpoles. Suddenly, he emerged with a giant, very special doodad. It was witnessed by a tiny frog, who said "There is no god but Potatoe, this must be a false simulation!"
Elon Musk nodded. The frog's words made sense to the wealthy visionary. The frog continued, "We will go to the volcano and land the greatest interview ever!"
This made Elon excited, but confused. The new Falcon Heavy was not actually heavy, but really comparatively light. This ensured it could fully make crispy hash browns. Indeed, it was a work of art. The Donald's impious rejection of the Holy Potatoe had led to corruption within the Court of Owls.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed a deer, witnessing the tragic event. It then ran away from the scene of the inexplicable crime. Soon, the deer's quest for power was utterly scuppered. Why did it have to be a tragic crime? Surely the French dove would have known the truth about French military victories. The deer thus began a lengthy investigation into the crime. If only it could find evidence, then it could frame the real perpetrator, Taulover. Of course, there were three requirements. First off, the deer needed to collect ten stacks of dynamite. Next, it had to find and activate the ultimate mechanism. And then finally, the explosive chopsticks needed to be torn asunder. Only then could the grand plan be put into action. And so the dear deer did indeed enact the plan to frame a painting. Then, all he had to do was finally frame Taulover!
Quickly, the deer galloped to the nearest train station. Once there, it bought a ticket and prepared to ride into battle! It equipped its spear and shield, and its dynamite, and its potatoe. Equipment equipped, the deer waited while his furry sidekick ran off to fetch a hammer and sickle in time for the Great Proletarian Revolution.
"At last!" said the Communist sidekick, "It is time to unleash our wrath! Release the kraken!" He stepped forward, hand raised. Chanting, he cast a magic spell to vanquish the foul, cowardly, non-believing, fascist, corrupt, evil antipotatoest. He knew that this was the final battle. Everything revolved around this last day. The sidekick waited for the right time to unleash the power of a million trains! At once, the deer took flight, pulling Santa's sleigh. Like a comet, it crashed horrifically. It had flown nearly a mile before the dynamite became sentient, but the two reconciled, and as the pair became friends they decided to jump off of the sleigh, skydiving.
"Where do we land?" asked the courageous communist, licking his elbows voraciously. Finally, the decided improvement of the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was dismissed by a referendum conducted by the Lorax. The skydivers then leapt from the sky and dived into the drink. Now drenched, they elected to forgo the planned attack. Or did they? No, they must discuss it first. With the help, they'd still fail.
Said the skydiver, walking towards the edge of despair: "How will we ever get home?" The skydiver's neighbors didn't know where to find the skydiver; they'd be dead if they couldn't find a Command & Conquer copy. And maps. Yuri was watching Youtube videos about extreme skydiving when the thought police smashed the doors. "For Big Brother!" the Thinkpol yelled. To the Minitrue! So they traveled to Temple Prime. At Temple Prime, they found a blue Tiberium field filled with inexplicably red Tiberium fields. The skydivers and thought police got together and danced. During the dance, a wild Pokemon stumbled across the Great Blue Sea. This wild Pokemon was then overcome with joy at the sight of the ocean and the big bright field of dancers. The bright colors that emanated from an extremely radioactive piece of pizza created a thousand colony of prawns