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What if your butt was on your chest?
What if guitars could squirt out sour cream, and nacho cheese, and pure sulfuric acid?
Wahh, come here, come here, A www, whatch'ya doin little guy?
Whatch'ya doin? Who's the puppy dog, you're the puppy dog, he's a puppy dog, the puppy doggies!"
And what if those crocodiles could shoot heat-seeking killer bees, ensuring that there would be no escape?
What if a hotdog was your tongue?
What if your mouth was filled with broken glass, and fire ants, and three-meat jambalaya?