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Once beyond an ear in the galaxy there lived a cookoo bird named Alvin. He liked to chirp, to fly and harp. Yet no sound traveled through time to remind him by. So he built a rocket and rocked it. Fuel was scarce so the bird ate the whole thing, belched real loud and went to sleep, dreaming of flying, chirping and harping.

The end is nigh.

Hey! There he is!


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