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alright well, today i saw humpty dumpty, and i asked him,i said "humpty, why do you look sad?" and he said
"well, my cat just got ran over by a mailbox that refused to negotiate our markets for better cheese, so i said to the mailbox i said, why? why not negotiate? you'll get your full order of wings with a side of slap in face and hot sauce." that mailbox thought about it and responded " well, humpty, i might take your offer as to wear i go with my beads but in the mean time you have to promise me you'll go to saturn and get some milk from the stars and drink it so you can live for the ravioli youve been saving, okay?
humpty said alright and they walked off together as if nothing had ever even hit that cat.