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Succotash my Balzac, dipshiitake.

Run for fun? The hell kind of fun is that?

Hey, if I can haul my tubby, camel-smoking booty to this thing at the utter buttcrack of dawn on a Saturday, then you can too. Come on, it'll be fun.

Well, it'll be fun when they get there with the oxygen masks, at least.

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