Murder, Mayhem, Milk

I remember when the Soviet Union asked me to create the ultimate weapon of a sponge foot. I could have that sponge foot into many ways; half a foot, quarter of a fish, maybe a cannon that shoots out dead koalas with confetti of the ashes of the oppressed people’s relatives. I missed those days.

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