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You raise your eyebrows and say, "Hoh doh you, one's old bean, knoh that Maaary doesn't taste of metal? Hmmm? Goodness me!" to Fooruman.
"Well I say - let's not get intoh details, I? Have ah crumpet!" he replies, giving you the plate of said crumpets. You can't bring yourself to smash the nice tray or trap Mary in the closet, because she's been so nice to you.
*repeats last line from last post* =P
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