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"My grandfather, Snoddy," the man retorted.
"He was retarded," said the woman.
"He was a genius!' exclaimed the man, "And as Snoddy III, I have been specially chosen, and equipped, to carry on the nasalist art form."
"Oh," said the woman, "You mean because you are the 3rd Snoddy, born on the 3rd day of the 3rd month and you have that monstrous 3rd nose-hole, then you are some kind of chosen one? Some kind of Messiah of Mucous?"
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