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A Sticky End
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....and so it begins
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Up in the sky, where the CIA had their satellite
The 'strains' of his discomfort were transmitted, byte by byte.
We have him, he has got the shakes, the spies said with much glee
So they targeted a drone on his outside WC.
With a bang and roar, it was no more, his kharzi now was gone
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