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Hey, Larry, check this out. I'm walking along by the pointy peaks and this guy hops on my back. I'm walking along, minding my own business, and this guy just comes out of nowhere and without so much a pardon me jumps on my back. What kind of luck is that? I'm not doing a damn thing and our lunch just hops on me.
Get the plates before this burke twigs, would you, mate?