There is no sheep for the wolf to eat. He sits on a log in the fog and knows not how to speak. I'm just messing. This is not going to rhyme. I am not serious. Why so serious? No. No. I said I was not serious. What happened to the wolf? Oh! Yes! I almost forgot of him.
The wolf could not find a sheep to eat. So, the wolf sat on a log in the fog and knows not how to speak. You said that already. So? Is there a limit to the number of times one can say a specific sentence? No, I just don't...Don't bother! Do not even bother explaining yourself! Get out. But I wanted to hear the wolf sto. Get out! Damn muthafucka! Chill the fuck out! WTF did you just say? You heard me fucker! Sheep! Sheep! WTF? Hey! WTF are you doing! Somebody help! Please! Oh my! HELP! Nyom, nyom, nyom. Mighty tasty. Stupid asshole. Couldn't he see that I was a wolf in sheep's clothing? Red riding hood was smarter...
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