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I'd lure them into the pre-dug zombie pit in the garden and keep them for the sake of nostalgia.
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Who are you? What do you want? GET AWAY FROM MY JELLY BABIES!!
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No, I'm just pleased to see you.
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Any, as long as it didn't involve Nazis or giant worms.
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One that acted as a bouncer towards slugs and knew how to mix cocktails.
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Something involving Pac-Man, clearly. Maybe an elephant.
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Either the one in Ivor the Engine or the one I live with.
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Ah, an age-old question. Squirrels with oxygen masks is what.
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That and experimenting with his sexuality, like most teenagers. He got locked up for taking a donkey on a joyride too, once.
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Goatism, obviously. I'm a graduate of other things too though. Like tea-ology. Some things like ginger rage and Mustainism you're born with, other things like JD studies are a lifelong commitment.
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Depending on the velocity and where you're going. For example going back to before you were born would be something like this, but then quickly turn into the feeling of being folded inside-out like a wet flannel. As for the jetlag...
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A certain drunken Mr.Beckwith accidentally got stranded in the custard of time. People were smaller back then so to them he was the same height as Godzilla. Blunders ensued. Historical fact!
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Naturally! But first I'll need to coat myself in coffee for the authentic DaveyDaveMegaDave smell.
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Aforementioned heroin. I was just trying to set the Jesus lad up for the real world, you know?! And look where that fancy crap got him >:0
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Yes. Never trust pikey salesmen.
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I'd make a fucking fortune is what.
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Squeaky Bert
Squeaky Bert’s Bio
This one time, right, I saw a woodlouse.
