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"Oh, I remembering now - he are grody sand farmer that we meeting in last adventure - When we searching for Weapons of Massive Destluction..."
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Yes, amazing as it may seem, it was the harmless Iraqi sand-farmer, Old Sammy bin BirdNest. Poking his head timidly out of the dust bin, Birdnest explained:
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"Praises be upon thee, Oh Trollops of the Great Satan... I am now the Chief's new gardener, for I work cheaper than those Mexican or even Zimbabwean illegals... You see my most profitable sand farm back in Iraq has gone unfortunatey bust... For After Iraq was liberated, similarly liberated Afghans came and planted poppies, completely covering up all our lovely sand crop..."
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"Aras, is too much sad, but is plice of plogless..."
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"Is Hokay, oh voluptuous unbelieving demoness - I am making better living here, two lead pesos a month and all the silage I can eat..."
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