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I saw the bashing of energy when old Fred Flintstone bent over the burning logs and lit his fart. I yelled ‘Killing all the Birds’ is no substitute for rocking and rolling hydroelectric off the ocean’s motion potion. Fred is ignorant hardliner in favor of still making dinosaur sausage. He does not believe in eerie energy at a distance, yet.

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