Today, I jumped off a cliff and my mouth landed on an airplane while my arms struck gold - gold being the tooth of a man named Tobold. Luckily, Ol' Toby had a spare tungsten that he popped into his mouth and whipped out his sewing kit and pieced my arm back together. However, some of the bits he could not find! No fear; I now have a grand image of
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