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Poland 
carrying a shotgun and a dead loon. "What in the world do you think you're
doing? Don't you know that the loon is on the endagered species list?"
Instead of answering, the hunter showed the ranger his game bag,
which contained twelve more loons.
"Why would you shoot loons?", the ranger asked.
"Well, my family eats them and I sell the plumage."
"What's so special about a loon? What does it taste like?"
"Oh, somewhere between an American Bald Eagle and a Trumpeter Swan."
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Never give an inch!
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<LIM> mmmm, multitextured donuts....
<knghtbrd> LIM: with fruit filling?
<LIM> knghtbrd: chocolate cream...
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Beware the one behind you.
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"...my father is the Emperor of Klatch and my mother is a small tray of
raspberry puddings."
-- Agnes tells Christine about herself
(Terry Pratchett, Maskerade)
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