As you wish. It’s possible, pig. I might be bluffing. It’s conceivable, you miserable vomitous mass, I’m only lying here because I lack the strength to stand. Then again, perhaps I have the strength after all. Drop. Your. Sword.
I know the answer. May Day is too Revolutionary. That’s the Day we sing The Internationale. Sigh. Better put the white shoes back in the closet otherwise people will look at me as if I’m wandering around without a mask.
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