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I'd hire some big guy to follow my roommate around, and whenever he tried to get some ice cream the big guy would slap it out of his hands and be all like "No ice cream for you, asshole!"
I'd buy a superbowl ad that just flashed the word "burrito" in green and pink letters for two minutes during halftime.
Most importantly, though, I'd finally get to see my lifelong dream of a giant robot Hitler destroying Milwaukee come to fruition.
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f-e-r-n-w-e-h is actually a gross misspelling of the name "gregory"
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