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You mass murder a group of gnomes and slice a melon.  You claw your eyes out and turn into an avacado, bent on self destruction.  You leap off the cliff while singing about livers and polka-dotted dresses.  You gnaw on green eggs and ham and a lobster in a light bernaise sauce with spam.  You keep plummeting and you splat all over a cliff below.  You die, crawl into a cave and close the stone behind you.  You are ressurected the next Easter.  You walk out of he cave after pushing the stone aside.  You really don't have any choices here.  You can...


By:  Psycho B*#%$


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