When those men come rideing in on their purple ponies, with those cockeyed bird faces, a swift chickadee of sorts, throwing their brief cases full oflies and deseat, what shall we do? Hide in our basements, praying for Godto take them? What if there is no God? God are you there? What shall we do?!Who shall we call upon to destory these awful men!? The earth with shake as theblind hippo's come to devour all that has captured the human race, but what shall wedo if the hippo's begin to feed upon our children? OH WHAT SHALL WE DO?!
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