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Jack

Dylan walked on. Hey, a pumpkin! He walked over. I guess I should keep it around… He picked it up, and walked on. I guess I’ll name him…Jack! How are you, Jack? He kept walking. You aren’t much of a talker, are you, Jack? Oh, look at me, talking to a pumpkin. I think I’ve gone crazy. Oh, sorry, Jack. He saw some cows. What’s that, Jack? Kill them all? Great idea! He rampaged across the fields, beating cows to death and eating their flesh. Jack, that was the best idea I’ve heard all day! You deserve a prize! He decided to share some beef with Jack.
It didn’t stay down.

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