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Ahh, Mr. Peterson, we meet again, but this time the advantage is mine. Stare into my eyes. Can you feel the diabolical cuteness overcoming your reason? Your will fading, slipping away? Yes? Yes. You are in my power now, totally under my control. Now put me on your shoulder and bring me to your garbage cans. We'll have such fun strewing the contents about your yard. Muuuhuhuhuhahahahahahah!
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Light a man a fire, and he will be warm while it burns.
Set a man on fire, and he will be warm for the rest of his life.
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