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"My hovel is a real mildew milieu [mill-you? Ed!#@]," said the froggly whatsit. Sir Isaac was both the same [as half an Ed, E] — No! No! 9! [nõ]! as half his length. My shark's got no ears — How does he smell? — He doesn't / She doesn't. What? Sarajevo's on the olds again; bread-bomb, barnacle-bucket, bombastic-bastardly Muttley. I say, I speak, I utter, why is a poodle like a poodle? Neither has a brain, but bother of them are completely oth. [Er..., Ed.]

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