a large donut rolled down the street. it was the size of a large donut. hah. the small cat inside it was panicing, it was Giro day, and he could feel a humongous fur-ball emerging from the depths of its abdomen.
furhter down the street, in the war path of the donut that was the size of a large donut, stood Mr Magoo, the President of the United States. before he could mutter an incantation to reveal the donut's (large?) true identity (jam roly poly), a squeaky voice was heard echoing from the skies above, it said; "HA HA HA HAAAAAR!! HA HA! LOOLLOLOL!!!!!!11!!!!!!!!!!!!1!!!1111!".
yes, 1 minute.
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