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Zinch Sasana, my most Favorited afternoon refreshment beverage; the liquid flowing through my mouth hole causes great pleasure for me, and it taste like good. My dear old father at age 89, which if you weren't aware is a construct derived by homos to keep hold of their eventual death, produced me a gallon of Zinch Sasana, the beverage that I referenced earlier, in preparation for my inauguration. I was pleased by this notion of kindness, it was very wholesome of him to craft me the beverage in that manner. After the amount of time needed to produce the liquid, my dear father arrived at my doorstep in my property with a mechanical rifle. Using simple sugars in his body he proceeded to use the energy produced by glucose, with a combination of salt, to constrict his finger; thus firing the firearm in the fire toward my arm that was on fire, from him shooting me with his firearm. After all of my blood drained from my useless corpse. Yes.
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