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(All mistakes were reproduced faithfully from the original.)
Once every generation of Nightsisters there seems to be lumps upon their toes On every fourth thanksgiving the krevols eat several Bothans for breakfast if ketchup spoils. Don't believe the stories Wookiees think are true, but if you smell like Nabooian kaadu then it is ephemeral when the game crashes into my trout. To fish royal boats and harvest grab your pen first before the end draws the night mares. Silliness is paramount when people read flattulence here because it resonates from every mushroom Simply because someone bites it. Gone with Yak to bury Oranges in Naboo, Ta'lon suddenly exploded in the Krayt Dragon's dungheap. Comets fly while Antan, the court-jester, prancing squeamishly yet practically in love without his tube pants sock puppet, danced against the stream of consciousness in skivvies "help!" cried the fool who pitied my wardrobe. Blasting into alleyways, Romsuiag looks like Conan the fish-headed president from heck or U.E. Imperials, don't mess with Avian, or you would get trouted. Patriotic Avians are like eggs: Rather hard on the gullet. Gullets are very sexy, at dawn. Bossman can't keep his punctuation properly aligned, causing numerous revolts and fireworks. Skeptics say: "Stop playing like gungan babies." Gundark and other words like moot don't mean anything to illiterate Norwegians from a naughty mole. However, moles do not trust Moleo very far indeed, displeased by fractures they wrought. Sluggy's slugs were riddled with some Weequay paradoxes and other miscellaneous troubles. This is not another bad sentence in presumably great style. By deduction this hypothesis leads nowhere. Therefore we flatulate obnoxiously without regard for Angus' magnificence. Leading courageously askew cantilevers across the Cumberland Flats. However, precognitive Force Sensitivity should Patronise weaker fruitcakes. Yet, indecisively, dewbacks prance aggressively around Vader's smelly breath and articulate their ears voraciously. Woolmanders, these stuff of legendary poems and urinal cotton, adjudicate blaster residue for me. Even when gargantuan desks slither around sideways. Bologna is, in all instances, magically transformed into surreal and damned disrepair. The bloody trouts can't postulate worth a yen, and gophers have love for nymphomanial virgin birds. Trivia questions excite geeks because they resemble yellow daffodils Hairy snakes spasmodically dance pottily to relieve themselves of the irrate gods of Avian Fluffy gimps prance merrily about merry-go-rounds, shooting loads of heavily basted roasted, fishsticks. That about ten o'clock it what? Where? where? who? que? Posters seems morpho-syntaxically flawed. Sith Spit!
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