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A Sticky End
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....and so it begins
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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
There now was nowhere he could place his ample sit-upon
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