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They’re loading up the shovels.
They’re loading up the shovels.
Poor Napoleon.
Though not by much, I know.
Or least omnipresent.
After all, it’s only been a couple of weeks…
Hi, Marlin Perkins. Steady that tranquilizer gun.
For the better, I hope.
And also you, and them.
Allegedly.
Whatever feathers I can muster