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And that is how the fossils like, slowly advanced to each inhabitant kitchen for a soup festivity. An unparalleled soup festivity, that was enjoyed by the opulent, highbrow, and other branches of cutting-edge commonality.

Bejesus, I nearly drew a blank, I likewise! My freshly acquired fossils ne'er went to the systematist for classification. I was too lusting for that. Instead, I took my much treasured fossils courageously, straight to the kitchen for a swift cookery.

I headed towards my kitchen, and I kept my fingers crossed, hoping that the natural gas wasn't shut-off, by the authority in charge. That day, an acquaintance visited me. I was assaying to turn on the gas stove. He noticed my struggles and told me to step aside. Which I did.

He said: I can solve the problem if you give me a box of matches. I complied with his demands. I was very curious how he can get the gas going, while the gas was shut off permanently that day. It was the norm in that realm. In an instant without hesitation, he pulled down his thermal underwear, lighted a match, placed the alight stick close to his anus, and released the gas.

A big fire was seen together with a lion rage sound like. His crotch hair caught on fire and without being to judgmental I believe that he deserve his fate. Lesson well learned. That was his last attempt with such scientific experiments. The next day the gas came back and my cooking preparation commenced. Thanks God he wasn't there this time...

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