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"We told the exec we were going to elope, he was muttering stuff about a morality clause... what would the board say... then Tom ripped the Q right off his collar and smashed it into pieces using that tacky gold plated putter, cracked the desk right down the middle! Glorious!"
This is wrong. How is a cartoon moose here? None of this should work yet here he is. Also why did his eyes light up like he knows me? He's coming over... will he talk? Can he even tal... he knows my name...
Just a friendly reminder to all the folks out there thinking they're so clever.
Attention casters of fine rubber goods. Let me show you the secret to get me to pull out my wallet so fast my hand will get rug burn.