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Lando shot Michael Moore and Tom Hank's heads off. With a smirk and a gentle twist of the wrist Ted Danson shot their corpses into the PTKFGS universe. "So what's your name anyways, boy?" said Darthwang "Lol, f*cking retard, that's Max le Goldberg." At that time I noticed that my last name was Jewish!
"F*CK YOU ALBERT! YOU ALWAYS TRICK ME WITH YOUR BROWN SKIN!" yelled Darthwang in frustration "CALM THE HELL DOWN AND HAVE A TACO! It's gone beans and sour cream!" I said arching a brow and failing at being epic completely. (*cough cough* kepledon *cough cough*) "DIRECT ME TO THE BATHROOM!" Ted Danson commanded!
"Oh, for thou truly art the Danson of my dreams." Danson nodded, bumped chests with Lando, flopped down on the priest as if he were a bean bag chair (which incidentally, at this point, he was) and enthusiastically began beatboxing CatRap while flipping idly through a 24th-century opera encyclopedia. Keaton, left to his business, turned to his laptop (embedded in his left forearm) and proceeded to
Mario came bouncing to our table with strange jumping noises, hands full of flaming fecal matter that looked oddly like fireballs, and was about to speak when Link cleanly sliced his head off. It landed in the pizza. It tasted genuinely Italian. Danson looked up at link, an expression of gratitude on His face, snatched a bottle of Lon Lon milk from under his tunic, and cued the NEWCOMER music.
In popped SYNCAN, to rapturous applause and cheers. He began to speak, but stopped until the noise died down. He continued speaking, and asked the crowd "Did someone want a NEWCOMER?!" At this point our group looked visibly confused, except, of course Danson, and Keaton, who was laughing hysterically whilst uttering something no-one could quite understand (something about computers and internet). Darthwang said "What?" before Syncan continued "WELCOME YOUR NEWCOMER,...
HUEY LEWIS AND THE NEWS! THE ORIGINAL BISEXUAL BAND!" showering the newcomer(s?) with rice and pieces of Mario's head! I put my hand in pants and pulled out a magazine, alas! I had finally met my favorite band of all-time! I compared the magazine and Huey Lewis and The News, and it was true! The Newcomer would become my lover within the next 10 years...
TOM CRUISE. He stepped toward me, chanting Xenuic hymns under his breath, then suddenly stopped in his tracks. The air was still. The only sound was Mario's blood dripping off of the table. Tom slowly turned toward Keaton, and quietly at first, and then raising his voice, told him, "I need to check my email." He then ripped Keaton's left arm off (fortunately, it strangely grew right back in a very disconcertingly MIB manner) and glued his eyes to the computer in his forearm. Sean Connery then stood up
"You sir have the manners of a goat," said Sean "heh." he continued, with a raspy clogging in his throat. Taking out a kukri knife and slicing off Tom Cruise's head, with complete ease a white substance splattering across the wall like the white stuff that come out of that one person in Evil Dead. "God Save The Queen!" Behind Tom Cruise another man came forward he was...
Christopher Walken. With a slight swagger, he made his way over to the table and with an accentuated stutter, he muttered "A...'ey...so...uh...wh...whats...uh, whats goin' DOWN here? eh?" Keaton let off a high pitched squeal of delight! "INTERNET! LOL!" Darthwang joined the excitement by shouting "6". Walken Glanced at me, before his gaze and grin were fixated towards my face.
pray to our one true Lord and Savior. I fell to the floor and trembled as Walken prepared to vaporize me. He raised a charged up hand and released his SUPER POWER BEAM AND SH*T. I was blinded by it's devious radiance. As I had just finished coming to terms with my untimely demise, the F*CKIN WALL busted up into a million tiny lil pieces and the four armed monsterbeast GORO grabbed my tormentor, Walken, and smashed him to bits agaisnt the floor.
The ceiling started to collapse, but not because of the missing wall as I had suspected, but because of Biggoron's crushing ass. The goros fit nicely into his rectum as it came down upon them, but Biggoron stood up, clutched his rear, and began wailing "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, MY ANUS IS BLEEDING!" I sat, nibbling my pizza in awe, as Connery and Danson clutched hands, and with a flash of light, I saw Providence and heard, "With the powers of Connery and Danson combined, I am..
RAPTOOORRR HAYZUEZZZ!!! ahem...Jesus..." said Raptor Jesus. With a swift finger poke and the removal of a bra, the restaurant was back to normal, except in the process a meaty bubble was created. "Gasp" the karaoke machine started and a song began to turn into verses of blathering bull sh*t and retarded bass sounds started..."Ualuealuealeuale...
Before we could analyse the situation, Umfuld, dressed in a full batman outfit, grabbed the Mic and screamed "UALAUALUELUELUALUELU!" whilst jigging about like a retard. The group watched with mouths gaping and eyes staring (Except danson, who was as cool as he ever was), and after the song ended, he approached the group and said "hey ytmnders, fancy seeing you here!"
On impulse, I fumbled in my coin purse for my weiner-dog-shaped amulet, invoked it, and sat back to watch what I knew what would soon develop. Sure enough, twelve and a third seconds later, in an orange-and-F82BFF-striped banana hammock, Stephen Tyrone Colbert strutted in, flexing his tanned pecs and boomed "YOU, UMFULD, ARE ON NOTICE!"
"THIS IS A THREAT DOWN!" The place rumbled and an explosion sounded, although there was not one. "Number 5 on the threat down! IGUANAS!" Stephen's booming immaculate voice sounded. We all ran out of "ItsaRly!" and into my cart once again, this time with an additional 5 men on and in the car. "LET'S GO TO SIX FLAGS!" said keaton "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY SIX FLAGS!" Planting his feet and an American Flag into the top of the car, Stephen Colbert once again flexed his pecs and pointed to the East!
After the 8 second car journey we arrived. Ted Danson turned to the group and bellowed "WE HAVE ARRIVED". Darthwang, who was listening to full volume Square wave on his iPod, asked for TCBCR but Danson gave him a firm slap, which sent him through the window of the automobile. Connery then turned to me and said "Max, you're the man now dog!".
Keaton was pissing his pants with excitement to get onto some rides, but Danson stopped the group. He looked at Connery and said "WTF? where are the chicks?" WHUPPATTTTTTTTTTTT!!! Like 6 girls appeared, they were totally hot, except they all had a low-res poorly cropped image of Captain Kirk glued to their faces.
It was a daisy chain intillect; 6 Harvard allumni licking more labia than Cuba Gooding Jr. on The View. 12 large tits doesn't seem like a lot, but once you see it - once you feel it - its overwhelming. Just the sound of a tongue stroking a nipple resonated across the land, catching the attention of a young, pink haired girl nearby.
She was slowly walking up out of a heretofore-unseen staircase in the earth, leading hundreds of Mila Jovovichs amid a dull roar of chorusing "Mooltipaz." In a prepubescent voice, this pink-haired beauty exclaimed, "It's a piece of cake to escape from Umbrella Corporation!" "Thish ish more like it!" Connery muttered to himself happily. He did a backflip, chanting, "Tingle, Tingle, koloim-pah!" and with a rainfall of confetti,
"But I'm lesbian!" the pinks haired bitch then exclaimed "OH F*CK IT! Just...turn around, I'll turn you bi sexual." she turned her body an exact 360 degrees and bent over waiting for a surprise! "When do I get c*ck?" she questioned me. "Told you, nagger!" Everyone was suddenly on the most fantastic of rides THE HEIFER! A young cow named Heifer had created the ride, and road it everyday always with an ear screeching squeal. Of course, it adverted Darthwang's attention. "WEE!! AHAHA!"the cow said repeatedly..
Darthwang reached into his pocket and out came a pair of sunglasses. He put them on. He then approched his victim and shouted "F*GGOT! F*GGOT! F*GGOT! F*GGOT! F*GGOT!" Just then, the pink hair girl caught Darthwang's attention. She glanced at him, and wiped her mouth. Darthwang removed his sunglasses and screamed "1". At that very moment, I noticed a flaming speck in the corner of my eye. *BANG!* It hit darthwang! Luckily, he was OK (again) and the figure of Jimx appeared from the wreckage. "WHOOT!" he said
I wanted to join in the strange Kirk-babe Milla orgy, and jsut as i stepped towards the huddling mass of cloned hotness a flashing phonebooth zapped into view. a familiar look jew that i had never seen before stepped out and warned me: "MAX!! Don't you go into that super hot sexy wierd boobiefest! It will lead DIRECTLY to yo ucreating a terrible monstrosity on what will become the internet!! YOUR FINGER MAX!! your fingerrrrrrrrrrrrrrr... and with that that dude and the phone booth faded into nothing.
For a thirteenth of a second, I considered heeding the mysteriousl stranger's advice, but at that moment, all of the Jovoviches simultaneously came up for a breath of air during their cunningual ministrations. The sudden vaccuum in the orgial area pushed me in, and in an instant I knew my fate was committed, but I pushed that thought to the back of my mind as a little pink-haired girl advanced upon me.
I looked at her as she walked slowly towards me. I glanced at Danson who was too pure to engage in sex or of course, and orgy. He shook his head, with a stern face, the first I've seen him with an actual describable expression on his face, what a God he is! "Yo, my homies, stop this sh*t, we're at Six Flags for Danson's sake! WE MUST GO FORWARD TO FIGHT EVIL!" after making this statement, a giant tentacle monster sprang out of the ground and looked at Stephanie, who was still walking very slowly at me...
"No," I replied, slightly confused about what had just happened, "no I do not!" I turned my head in the hope Lord Danson could help me to answer her sexy question. His expressionless face did not help me. I turned to keaton; he, however, was eating a bag of marshmallows as he viewed the orgy. He was screaming "INTERNET! COMPUTER! F*CK!". And lo,
When the moon suddenly began moving underneath us! In a voice that would make Stephen Hawking proud, we heard "Hey, guys, it's Moon Man here. Just wanted to tell you I f*cked your mother last night and cut off her breasts and fed them to your dog. Kkk-Kkk-Kkk..." I looked at Keaton. Keaton looked at Goldberg. Goldberg looked at the orgy (still going on, unfazed by the leap into space). The orgites looked to Danson, and Danson in his infinite wisdom farted: We were in Fourest's school's computer lab!
So for us who were not in the action of the orgy, decided to leave. Except for Darthwang, who was in the bathroom masturbating to the sound of men pissing...(disgusting I say, diary.) But, as we were leaving, we found the orgy to come to the car, which had turned into a mini-van with the seats burned out of it. After a long two hour drive and a fantastic arguement, the orgy was over, bodily fluid everywhere! JOY! But, as soon as we got home....
I slipped my key into the front door, but before I had a chance to open it, the sky turned dark gray in an instant, and I heard rolling thunder in the distance. "Max, wait!" I heard Steph's familiar voice coming from beyond. "What?" I asked as I turned around and scratched balls through my pants. "Max...You forgot Poland." The sky instantly cleared, the clouds formed a giant "^_^", and Danson began to show the first signs of a pleased smile on his face as he scratched my balls through my pants.
"I kinda like that!" I said to Danson. "I sensed you had an itch", he replied. Just then, PSA guy came in and shouted "F*GGOT! F*GGOT! F*GGOT!". Danson gave him a glare and he dropped down dead. "That's soooo gay!" said Danson, as an epic witty one liner reaponse. "HIDE THE BODY FROM DARTHWANG!" decared Jimx. Keaton was still eating marshmallows and shouting "INTERNET! COMPUTERS!" with a smile on his face. He then went deadpan again and the LEEROY JENKINS remix started to play
Carmine, the Wal-Mart greeter, had looked at Vadre as he was dragging Keaton by his HP forearm, and had invited him in to the food court. Cameron Diaz, after sharing a wonderful Tender Crispy Bacon Cheddar Ranch and a photo with Vadre, suddenly popped off her head. A new one grew out of the neck, and lo, it was LANDO! Just then Keaton's huge fanbase showed up to rescue him from Vadre. "NOOOOOOOOOO," Vadre wailed, but it was too late. They magicked him, with Lando's help, back to Danson's beanbag chair.
Once we were safely back on the beanbag chair, i began pondering who the familiar looking jew was back at the Kirk-babe Milla orgy. My finger? The internet? What monstrosity could he be referring to? BUT WHAT THE SH*T? Keaton's massive and retarded fanbase has gone rogue and has begun plundering the whole damn place!
In a simple nod and a ass-shake, Keaton as the crew were back in time! 1925! Keaton was too start a new job, making Buster Keaton's Shorts! As this being his job, he would eventually kill him with a pill. "Won't this change history, and probably my name Danson?" said Keatonkeaton999 kid, great job "Do not question what I have done to time. You will be the same and he will die by your hands." Keaton LULd and fell onto the ground, as did the rest of the group...When we started to walk toward buster keaton's..
a bending unit from the 31st century fell from the sky, crushing several Jovoviches! "Hey, meatbags! Sorry for the intrusion. I'm here collectiong valuables from the past, and I'm taking this keatonkeaton999 you have here." We all gasped, except for Danson. The bending unit continued: "10110101..." It and Keaton popped out of existence. I looked up at Danson for his ever-present guidance, but his face was moot and beautiful. Lando, on the other hand,
flipped back his cape, and took out his inter-dimensional time portal proton gun and set the year for "when that robot took keatonkeaton999 to" and we all were in the 31st century. "Give me a moment, I'll find his location. He has a Dodgson remix CD in his pocket at all times, easy to detect." said Darthwang being productive instead of dying for once...but, think again. "You can't do crap!" I pushed him to the ground right into an open manhole. Danson looked into the distance and....
"You guys suck." and started opening his mouth and closing it repeatedly (Just like you, diary..confusion for readers.) Keaton asked "Wanna help me with a school project guys? It's actually about what the future will turn out to be!" "I don't think so, but Darthwang might." I said, peering into the manhole and smiling at Darthwang who was covered in radioactive goo. "I HATE YOU GUYS!" said Darthwang. Being in a crowd people were peering at us in confusion "Is that Ted Danson the God? THAT'S MAX GOLDBERG..
We may have been in danger had it not been for Ted's godly ability to sign autographs and talk to fans. "I'll talk to them whilst you guys escape to Luxembourg". "Why Luxembourg?" I asked, as Danson lifted Darthwang out of the manhole and used his powers to remove the radioactive waste. "Because it sounds awesome," said Danson "and you will learn something very important about yourself whilst you are there"
I thought it odd that Danson did not volunteer to assist us on our impending journey, but I reminded myself that Danson works in mysterious ways: Perhaps something important was fated to happen on our trip to Luxembourg. In any case, we set out in a 31st century zeppelin, the whole while Keaton was trying to repair his HP forearm. It was a relatively boring trip until a robopterodactyl clipped and blew up the blimp. We fell in our pressurized capsule to the bottom of the Atlantic and stared out the port
"You better be glad I'm a mechanical engineer and know how to fix an underwater machine or we would drown." "Also, c*cks." commented TuRtLeS. We then decided to look outside at the magnificent array of colorful fishes and pecuiliar rock formations "That one looks like my curvy dick." said Darthwang "STOP COMING BACK INTO MY DAMN LIFE!!" I screeched in frustration. Opening one door of the Air Lock pushing him into it, closing the door and letting him flow into the ocean. "PUNCH THE KEYS FOR GOD'S SAKE!"
Sean Connery punched those keys and the capsule moved forward... until it landed in an undersea crevasse. Keaton, who had finally fixed his computer, was now playing a soothing yet crazy melody that put us all to sleep. When we woke up, we had gone through the center of the Earth... and now were in 31st century Japan! "Oh, no," I moaned: we were that much farther away from Luxembourg, and what's more, there was a Darthwang on our windshield!
We looked around the island, which looked like it had been hit with several nuclear blasts in the past year. The air was windy, and yet there was complete silence... except for a very faint piano, gently playing away at a constant tempo. When we moved toward the sound, what we found horrified us. A man in a fursuit was staring into our souls! Except... the fur was ON HIS BODY. Several boils of pus threatened to pop at us from his face. As I recoiled in horror, he told us,
"Hey, gang, I finished those autographs." He looked pointedly at me. "And I filled out a few for you." What? I'm famous in the future? I pushed that query to the back of my mind, in the pile of minor mysteries that seemed to be accumulating over the course of this incredible day. A red, a yellow, and a green hovercar pulled up next to us. Since they were electronic, only two people could fit in each. Keaton and Darthwang took red, and their car promptly exploded.
Ontop Of Danson's Back, I Realized Just How Soft His Sweater Was. It Felt Liked A Newborn Peach On A Warm Summer Day, Just Picked By A Tiny Mexican With A Mustache To Be Eaten By Him And His Family. As I Was Thinking More About Danson's Sweater, I Heard A Faint "What The-" And Just Then, The Island We Were Previously On Exploded! We Could Hear The Menacing Screams Of The Poor People That Resided On It.. And As We Flew Further And Further Away, We Started Hearing Laughter..
as we soared over the ocean, i pondered life and it's frailty, having just witnessed the entire empire of japan explode. darthwang and keaton pulled a chess set out of Danson's sweater and began attempting to play. neither of them comprehended the game and keaton began to munch on a bishop. i leaned over Danson's shoulder and asked him, "say, where are we headed, anyway?" and he winked his eye, sorta mischeviously and said...
"Gefrannis booj pooch boo jujube; bear-ramage. Jigiji geeji geeja geeble Google." He noticed the bewildered look on my face and amended, "Sorry, I forgot to tell you I'm a Freemanson. I was speaking their... nevermind. We're headed to the North Pole." I involuntarily shivered, but after a moment's introspection, I realized I was not cold. Up in the distance, I saw several structures and was about to make them out when Darthwang bumped me. I punched him in the face and he fell off Danosn's peachy back.
As DarthWang fell, a One-Winged KHAN flew by and caught him. "7" I heard him say, and they flew away, far ahead of us and beyond our vision. Meanwhile, Keaton was clicking furiously on his arm, creating a song. Every two seconds he would play back what he had so far. Danson then flew by a mountain, Frog3 was there on the peak screaming, "KEATON YOU SPIC ANIMAL THAT SOUNDS EXACTLY LIKE DODGSON TRY PUTTING SOME EFFORT INTO YOUR SONGS BUT YOUR PINK NAME CAUSES PEOPLE TO..." his voice faded out as we flew by
Of course, he did not let on, he being the only one that knew YTMND existed, secret-government-front or not, then in the 31st century. The rest of us flew on, oblivious to the Truth (for the time being) until we spotted something shiny in the distance. As we neared it, we were able to discern huge, translucent, faceted pillars leaning on each other at various angles... and then we saw a red-yellow-blue blur zoom out of it!
We realized that what we had mistaken for red-yellow-blue was in fact yellow-green! It was EPIC PACARD, flying in his atomic bobsled! As he flew past, his theme song started to play, but Danson was angered that someone was stealing his thunder, so he said "hey, I'm the only Epic God around here!" But Pacard ignored him, and simply yelled "JAMAICA WE HAVE A BOBSLED TEAM!" as he disappeared in the distance.
when suddenly... down from the sky at a speed of 599 US miles per hour headed straight toward Earth came a huge staplership. It did a barrel roll before coming into full view of Darthwang and Keaton. On the side of this staplership read EPIC-01. It was Captain L337's famous ship, the U.S.S EPICprise. Out of the ship strode Captain L337, Baron Lasers, and Snoop Nye the Slam Guy...
...Well actually Captain-L337 was the only one that said anything, because the other two couldn't say anything coherent. Anyway, they said to max.. Wait a minute am I talking in the third person again? What the hell is wrong with me? I must have had too much Grey Goose. I'll have to remind myself that I'm max, by writing on my finger with a Sharpie: "I AM MAX" haha that's just like on 60 minutes, that reminds me of the idea I got from Sean Connery. Man am I glad I had a finger to write on. So he said to me:
Just then I felt a skoosh of something cold on the back of my head, followed by some laughing. I turned around and who was standing behind me in his trademark uniform and with cleaning tools? Janitorb. He stared down at me for a second, before stating "sometimes i like to draw kangaroos." "How did you get here?" I asked
As I'm writing this, someone reading over my shoulder is now asking me if I have multiple personalities. That someone's right to think that. Frog3, Pacard, Captain-L337, Baron Lasers, Snoop Nye the Slam Guy, Raptor Jesus, Janitorb, Barbara Bush, and Ceti-Alpha Five all introduced in five minutes? I promise this is exactly how it happened, or at least exactly how I remember it. Don't worry, it'll all make sense in due time. So here's what happened:
Geord maneuvered in, most epically, carrying a canister of antimatter. "An antimatter leak is imminent! If I could just reverse the polarity..." and then the antimatter exploded, erasing Geordi from existence. Janitorb shook his head and spraypainted my shoes red. I looked down in disgust, then up at the sky. "HOLY CRAP, A METEOR!" A gigantic celestal object was bearing down upon us! Danson snapped his fingers in the nick of time, and
Captain L337 jumped out of the way and commanded baron lasers to use a laser pulse to destroy the meteor, unfortunately baron lasers couldn't stop the rock. "GYAAAAH! It's too big, we need more EPIC!" Captain L337 shouted, futilely shooting a noise removal gun at the meteor. Suddenly Parick PACARD's bobsled raced in at 88 mph, and PACARD said "Did someone say epic?" All of a sudden a steel drum arrangement of Ghost Love Score played, and PACARD started glowing. He had gone 599% EPIC Mode!
Captain L337 yelled "NOOOOO! Nobody steals PACARD's epicness! The line must be drawn HERE!", he grabbed PACARD's gold medal from his Olympic bobsled run, and dropped it... onto a piece of Lando's cape, and a piece of adamantite from the moon level. Energy swirled from Jamaica, Bespin, and the Moon, and in the sky appeared a figure. National Hockey Night, Steel Drum Ghost Love Score, and Moon Level theme played. It was LANDO PACARDANSIAN! DarthWang checked a meter in his pocket "5! 6! 7! 8! 9!" he said
triumphantly raising his fists in the air. L337 said to keaton "so that's what the numbers mean, the reading on an EPICness meter" "30 seconds, 88 miles per hour, 599 US Dollars, 1337, 3500 Hz Square Epic, IT'S OVER NINE THOUSAAAAAAAAAAND!" DarthWang yelled continuing to watch as the amount of epicness created by L337 continued to soar. filibuster and kepledon said "great, L337 has probably just created enough epicness to destroy the world" Captain L337 said "Objective 1337 in the YTMND Epicnessity project
Captain L337 said "I'm sick of being in hell, who wants to escape with me" Wang, Keaton, filibuster, and kepledon agreed, but Wang said "Captain that's illogical, how can we escape from hell?" "Go back in time to before the EPIC Impact!" Filibuster said "that requires a Delorean, we can't build one of those" Captain L337 said "What do we have to work with?" Keaton said "A Khan, a Stapler, and a TCBCR" (DarthWang was the only one actually "prepared") Captain L337 then yelled MCFLYYYYYYYYVERRRRRRR! and
suddenly a bizarre hybrid of Richard Dean Anderson and Michael J Fox appeared, he combined the khan stapler and tcbcr to somehow make a Delorean (Don't ask, he's MCFLYVER LOL!) And then they hit 88mph and undied, but they had precious little time to escape Earth, in fact only 30 seconds before the EPIC Impact would happen again and destroy everyone. "EVERYONE TO EPIC-01 NOW!" L337 yelled, and as they piled inside the giant robotic staplership, L337 said "LAUNCH EPIC!", but it failed. 13 seconds were left,
not even McGyver could save them now. L337 said "I... NEED... MORE... COWBELL!" and suddenly Keaton played "Cowbell Beatz (Fun Times Mix)" which sounded exactly like Dodgson, provoking the wrath of Frog3 again, but the epicness of the Beatz was enough to fuel the ship. "LAUNCH EPIC!" and FWOOOOOOOSH! The five had left Earth's atmosphere, and watched as the earth blew up from Lando Pacardansian's attack. Kepledon looked at L337 and said "Do you know where you're going?", L337 had no idea, "Sh*t!" said L337
But then suddenly, the music changed, just as whenever anything evil appears, and approaching EPIC-01 was a large figure, Captain L337 soon saw a pincher and said "Wait a minute... Giant enemy crabs don't exist in space" but then the hatch opened and Kaz Hirai became visible. "Gasp!" everyone said in unison, Kaz was mad at Captain L337 because he stole his ridge racer, and he's always kept trying and failing to collect on L337's 599 us dollar debt, but now Kaz has finally snapped building a mechanized Gian
"No," I replied, slightly confused about what had just happened, "no I do not!" I turned my head in the hope Lord Danson could help me to answer her sexy question. His expressionless face did not help me. I turned to keaton; he, however, was eating a bag of marshmallows as he viewed the orgy. He was screaming "INTERNET! COMPUTER! F*CK!", and lo,
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