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Firstly, i shall like to say that you do make some very strong valid points. However, i am going to have to disagree with you. Not just slight disagreement, i mean polar opposite dissagreement. This is mainly due to the fact that you haven't made any valid points, whatsoever. Do you expect me to agree with you and your dam system if you feed me with lies and Tapir kidneys?? I knew i'd disagree with you when i saw you dancing wildly with a baboon's face stapled to your chest. Surely you must have known that dancing wildly with a baboon's face stapled to you chest was offensive to an ancient Abyssinian tribe. Of which there is only one person who carries the sacred blood line. The Great Ngogo Etcha, who lives in the remotest parts of south west Belgium. And surely you must have known that Ngogo was due to be there that night, next to the very same giant Muskrat from Space. But no, you continued, you danced and danced. All the while bits of Baboon flesh were pinging off and hitting Ngogo in the face. He was crying inside, crying because he knew that every piece of rotting festering flesh that slid off his face to the ground symbolised a great war in which 43.567389436843268 Percent of his tribe were brutally killed by flying aardvarks with badminton rackets.
