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The Dark Elf, realizing he had been more hostile than hospitable, sought for atonement. Therefore, he got up from his shadowy corner and said (in a very loud voice):
"YOU ALL LOOK VERY GOOD...FOR DEAD PEOPLE!"
His limited grasp on cordiality having been strained beyond its bounds, the Dark Elf offered a sheepish half-bow and sat back down.
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And your little sister's immaculate virginity wings away on the bony shoulders of a young horse named George who stole surreptitiously into her geography revision.
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