And, as I am an honest puck, if we have unearned luck, now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, we will make amends ere long. Else, the puck a liar call. So, good night upon you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.
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See, I'd let you sleep on my couch too, but that's where my fatass diabetic dog sleeps. And if I try to move him, he gets pissy and opens up his blisters all over the place. But if you wanna spoon my bloody dog, then by all means.