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Arrr, I sees the Great White Whale O' Luncheon Meet swimmin' up over the horizon, so I does... Shiverin' blended codpieces, me hearties, surely this be the mighty processed food o' the Gods which floats to'ard us like a stalkin' hound? See the beast's belly, so white wi' porkish fat, and his leery eye, round and alumin...
Aye, 'tis Moby Spam, fer sher... |
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