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To a certain useless, slacking singer who just made a mess in the kitchen while dying his hair his usual ungodly shade of pink, since you forbid me to quit this stupid thing, the least you can do is give me something to do to keep me from getting bored out of my ass.
As for the rest of you. Stop murdering the turkeys.
As for the rest of you. Stop murdering the turkeys.