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/ [I plan] to see, hear, touch, and \
| destroy everything in my path, |
| including beets, rutabagas, and most |
| random vegetables, but excluding yams, |
| as I am absolutely terrified of yams... |
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| Actually, I think my fear of yams began |
| in my early youth, when many of my |
| young comrades pelted me with same for |
| singing songs of far-off lands and deep |
| blue seas in a language closely |
| resembling that of the common sow. My |
| psychosis was further impressed into my |
| soul as I reached adolescence, when, |
| while skipping through a field of yams, |
| light-heartedly tossing flowers into |
| the stratosphere, a great yam-picking |
| machine tore through the fields, |
| pursuing me to the edge of the great |
| plantation, where I escaped by diving |
| into a great ditch filled with a |
| mixture of water and pig manure, which |
| may explain my tendency to scream, |
| "Here come the Martians! Hide the |
| eggs!" every time I have pork. But I |
| digress. The fact remains that I cannot |
| rationally deal with yams, and pigs are |
\ terrible conversationalists. /
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