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Maisel, an opus: “Tits up - on ales I am.”

Leno locks a man in a mask, Colonel.

In I trample, hot to help Martini!

If I feel fit, I flee Fifi.

Ian, redo modern AI!

I hiss “Agassi-hi!”

I assess AI.

He saw a Jedi hide Jawas, eh?

He sang “O Lob My Gym Bolognas,” eh?

EU grain is a sin, I argue.

Eli fed ewes odd dose we defile.

Do toss a lasso, Tod.

Do mama if I am a mod.

“Do get a reb!” I berate God.

Do gall Ike when, eh, we kill a god.

Design abuses Ubangis, Ed.

Damn, Ed, I am a maiden mad!

DA Moss is so mad!

DA Ed saw I was dead.

DA Ed Meese: “We seem dead!”

Bar debts, um, must be drab.

A nom-nom raw’s warm on Mona.

A new desire droid I order is Edwena.

Tessa, nine poses open in asset.

To viper I wire pivot.

Nurse yaps at a spa, “Yes, run!”

Eloped, I regard rage, ride pole.

Pets too flee, feel footstep.

So, meme me memos.

“No, we demo stupid algebra bar-be glad I put some Dew on!”