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No one ever reads these things.
So I'll write a story anyway, to take up precious bites of webspace.
Once upon a time, there was a small rabbit called Willem. Willem wasn't good like the other little rabbits, oh no. Willem was a naughty little rabbit, so naughty in fact that he was devising plans to subjugate the world under his terrorist regime, all planned under his bed with his bestest friend, Hubert the vole. Hubert the vole wasn't really bad like Willem, but he didn't have any other friends because he always smelled of wee, and Willem had burned his nose off three years ago in a bizarre toaster incident and therefore couldn't catch the reek of stale urine eminating from poor Hubert's body. So this unlikely pair plotted and schemed their nefarious little plans, until one day Willem finally came up with the masterstroke, the pivitol point in the workings that would escalate them to heights of wrongfulness no terrorist before or since could possibly hope to top!
And then Willem caught mixamatosis and his consciousness faded away before he could reveal it to Hubert, who went on to become an artist specializing in bodily fluid art and won the Turner prize, unsurprisingly.
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No one ever reads these things.
So I'll write a story anyway, to take up precious bites of webspace.
Once upon a time, there was a small rabbit called Willem. Willem wasn't good like the other little rabbits, oh no. Willem was a naughty little rabbit, so naughty in fact that he was devising plans to subjugate the world under his terrorist regime, all planned under his bed with his bestest friend, Hubert the vole. Hubert the vole wasn't really bad like Willem, but he didn't have any other friends because he always smelled of wee, and Willem had burned his nose off three years ago in a bizarre toaster incident and therefore couldn't catch the reek of stale urine eminating from poor Hubert's body. So this unlikely pair plotted and schemed their nefarious little plans, until one day Willem finally came up with the masterstroke, the pivitol point in the workings that would escalate them to heights of wrongfulness no terrorist before or since could possibly hope to top!
And then Willem caught mixamatosis and his consciousness faded away before he could reveal it to Hubert, who went on to become an artist specializing in bodily fluid art and won the Turner prize, unsurprisingly.
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