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Runni had the runs but squeezed her cheeks all the harder. A deep voice was heard in the room.
"I wish I could help but I'm just a philosopher. An overrated one actually and the pay sucked."
It was Thoreau's painting that was talking. That freaked everyone out but Runni, so they all fled.
"So what should I do, Mr. ThinkMeister???"
"Paint a doctor or something out of guts, bitch!", he retorted.
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