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The scourge mouthed bratwurst turned to its cousin and said, foul mouthed, "do not use me for your over-weight dice gamed floor shine schemes! I have had enough. With you, and your foolish games and capitalist whispers in your free market jive. Take a loaf and lick it, swine. The little ninny pants in his Out House in Washington. It's a free market free for all, and the chickens are coming home to roost. Big D! E! B! T! and a wicked yeehaw factor. Rich Rich Rich is how rich you have to be to not get screwed, and the hawbags have done garnered their prize. Now to rape the shorelines with a few black hole pumpers. Oh Well. Hello from Babbleon. Is there some compromise? Must we reap, oh bratwursts?"