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You know, its funny- because I actually ZOOMBERZAINT! found the dimension needed to pants Mr. Rogers and ransack the pelican of inheritances. Tough decisions, tough decisions... but one must not be picky about such quandries. I mean, the last time the livestock perpetuated into the mist of porcelain, it was rather confusing. YOU TELL ME THE LAST TIME YOU DEALT WITH 423 SHEEP, GOATS, AND COWS .... all screaming , " One if by land, two if by sea!!!" . Not funny. In fact, thats downright disrespectful. ESPECIALLY when it ensues Willie Nelson and his quest to shave and enslave Mrs. Ticci's left nostril. Scamper along, toad of exuberence, for this is your time to dance! This is your time to flourish! When no one else is mirando you. When the bag of turnips has been thrusted into the abyss and bottomless pit. NOW! NOW! is the time when the bird of summer should retreat to its abode, humiliated by the very sounds of the brooks and streams weaving their way down the Mangrove pillar.