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I curse you with the curse of your mother, that for every child you bear you shall have twelve children, for they shall all act just like you! And your dwelling shall be a pit in the Earth and the taste of ashes shall be ever in your mouth. I curse you with the curse of your father, that for every mate you take you shall have twelve shrewish wives, and their plaintive tongues shall so darken the heavens that you wish for those days of the pit and ashes. I curse you with the curse of the stranger, that none shall eat your bread, nor will they drink your wine, nor get they your jokes. You shall ever be as one apart and when you cut off your own head whilst in the unplumbable depths of misery, there shall be no words of mourning.
/Old Testament burger
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