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I clean the raptor's clock.
 
Your remains are toasted and they brake the toaster.
 
You toast the toaster, and its remains break you.
 
A malicious demon enters. There is nothing.
 
A malicious demon enters nothing. There is you.
 
The vegan demon soils your toaster with soya bread.
 
The whole grain rebels, as it only wants toaster.
 
You wake up and there is dingo in your bed.
 
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