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And the 6 Northern poofs legged it after Plech, along the banks of a nameless river somewhere in poofland... the object of their pursuit frantically shaving his scrotum while simultaneously trying to save himself from being buggered by Weaste, devilish, paz, devilish, gaz and 26, not to mention lonely charlie back down south, and Davo and his armadillos somewhere in deepest Wales
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