As I sit in my study, I regard the curious box before me, or rather, the contents. Some legal paperwork between Hippo Island and the United Nations requires my (eventual) attention, but I stare at the glowing bottles before me instead.
Yes, I have received a package from my associate G. Joe, whom has enclosed a case of glowing, unfathomable liquid.
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It was wise to be wary of the bottles, but it seems a bit silly to be completely terrified of them. Perhaps you should go ahead and try a sip. It is shameful to waste a gift, after all.
Just be sure to have a medical staff present when you do.
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The package has not arrived yet, and I am not foolish enough to risk my own health on personally sampling it. But fortunately, I am one of many! I shall be sure to let you know of what I learn.
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this sounds like i'm being cornered or maybe sandwiched in places i do not wish to be i am terrificied
i swear on the grave of my dead parakeet that there is nothing wrong with these drink they are made by "professionals" ha ha ha
but i would not place near a hotmountain either they only have been consumed in cold areas preferr'd 21 degrees celseeoos
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(Translator's Note: We're all thinking it. Now we must know.
How did your Parakeet die?)
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i don't.... i won't... i cant't...
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Wonder what'll happen to Hippo. Hundred bucks says he flips out and goes on a rampage.
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us that can't grow hair only on our heads are trustful! Hippo should know!
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