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| - This I throw at you, like mutton across the sea. Partake in my knowledge, the Beginners Guide To Flailing, for it is thusly an entrance into flounderville. Consider it my memoirs, in a shiny wiki glaze. BEHOLD! Nine is the number I ferment evenly as I talk amongst myself. You may ask "why?", to which I answer the only way I can: with vicious cardboard thrashing. I am the Alpha, The Beta, and the Post-Release Patch. Some say there is no way one entity can be as insane as I, but trust in the parsley, and the parsley shall trust in you.
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| - This I throw at you, like mutton across the sea. Partake in my knowledge, the Beginners Guide To Flailing, for it is thusly an entrance into flounderville. Consider it my memoirs, in a shiny wiki glaze. BEHOLD! Nine is the number I ferment evenly as I talk amongst myself. You may ask "why?", to which I answer the only way I can: with vicious cardboard thrashing. I am the Alpha, The Beta, and the Post-Release Patch. Some say there is no way one entity can be as insane as I, but trust in the parsley, and the parsley shall trust in you. To win is to sautee, to sautee is to explode, to explode is to do the Superbowl Shuffle. Under these circumstances, how can you NOT win at European Solitaire? Well, the answer is simple. You must teethe upon the plastic trinket of life. Alas! Shine on, you little parsnip. Shine on.
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