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"In my dream, mankind cleansed himself of the transfats of his forefathers. I stood silent, with the fear of the unknown tempered only by the excited flutter of my beating heart. I then heard the faint whisper in the air--a siren song audible only to the pure of bowel. Is spake unto me, 'Robble robble.' I turned to look but the moment had passed from the real to the etched memory of my very soul." -Doyne Damian Clem

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