Three Word Story Game (again)

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No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.

Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.

Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.

Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------

"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.


Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate.
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No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.

Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.

Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.

Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------

"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.


Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed
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No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.

Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.

Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.

Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------

"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.


Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed pursued almighty dollars
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No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.

Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.

Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.

Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------

"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.


Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed pursued almighty dollars, but alas, there
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No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.

Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.

Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.

Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------

"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.


Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed pursued almighty dollars, but alas, there where the hand
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No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.

Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.

Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.

Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------

"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.


Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed pursued almighty dollars, but alas, there where the hand-crafted wobbly wheel
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No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.

Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.

Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.

Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------

"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.


Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed pursued almighty dollars, but alas, there where the hand-crafted wobbly wheel went spang! and
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No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.

Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.

Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.

Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------

"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.


Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed pursued almighty dollars, but alas, there where the hand-crafted wobbly wheel went spang! and bong trees grow,
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No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.

Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.

Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.

Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------

"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.


Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed pursued almighty dollars, but alas, there where the hand-crafted wobbly wheel went spang! and bong trees grow, and grow and
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No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.

Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.

Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.

Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------

"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.


Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed pursued almighty dollars, but alas, there where the hand-crafted wobbly wheel went spang! and bong trees grow, and grow and Owl and Pussycat
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No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.

Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.

Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.

Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------

"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.


Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed pursued almighty dollars, but alas, there where the hand-crafted wobbly wheel went spang! and bong trees grow, and grow and Owl and Pussycat begin divorce proceedings
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No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.

Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.

Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.

Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------

"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.


Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed pursued almighty dollars, but alas, there where the hand-crafted wobbly wheel went spang! and bong trees grow, and grow and Owl and Pussycat begin divorce proceedings entirely in limericks.
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No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.

Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.

Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.

Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------

"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.


Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed pursued almighty dollars, but alas, there where the hand-crafted wobbly wheel went spang! and bong trees grow, and grow and Owl and Pussycat begin divorce proceedings entirely in limericks. "There was a
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No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.

Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.

Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.

Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------

"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.


Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed pursued almighty dollars, but alas, there where the hand-crafted wobbly wheel went spang! and bong trees grow, and grow and Owl and Pussycat begin divorce proceedings entirely in limericks. "There was a Devon Dumpling Devil
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No punctuation removed. One previous owner, Reverend Godfrëy Evans of this parish lost his comma during a colonoscopy for his diaresis in his bails. However, his comma motor oils lubricated his mysterious umlaut und Donaudampfschiffsfahrtskapitänswitweversicherungsunterlagen, which clarified matters completely.

Meanwhile, in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch y toiled overfolwed.
"What?" asked Michael, spitting pasty crumbs. "Heb overfolwed, gorlifo." "You mean, 厕所溢出". Problematic plumbing translations precluded phonetic perambulations of porcelain perfection. But Prowling Percy playfully pushed plethoric purple prize petunias.

Boris, disdaining alliterative constructs, mounted his Boris-bike, wildly flapping night-shirt, scrooge-like, flailed through the minefield of the capitols cycle super highways, legs astride side-saddle pomegranate minefield polyolefin shrink wrapped sandwiches very anthracite flange. When molybdenite went skew whiff whaff "Moly who?" said.

Trunnion freely marmite. MAY CONTAIN TRUNNION---------

"STOP THIS STORY!" Growled Professor Molebottom, editor of Jackanory. Suddenly, everything stopped. It's very quiet. Stopped. Three times.


Ready? Steady? Er... the resurrected story. 'Twas a dark and stormy night and all throughout Edward Bulwer-Lytton's narrative Pelham's manservant's habit (dirty at that), fiercely agitated the pen/sword debate. The Great Unwashed pursued almighty dollars, but alas, there where the hand-crafted wobbly wheel went spang! and bong trees grow, and grow and Owl and Pussycat begin divorce proceedings entirely in limericks. "There was a Devon Dumpling Devil..." "No, Limericks!" screamed
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