climer: i gotta say we gotta get a machine here that
gives crawling sligs climing pants
[meanwhile frank decides to gured the stockyards]
frank: woh come on fight u stupid scrabs fight!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
frank: well why dont we make a new product called fleech ribs or fleech tounges
frank: hey the stupid scrabs finnaly killed each other but they both died wow oh a paramite killed them
ill shoot them if i had a gun
frank: ah theres one
frank: DIEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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