Trudging across the tundra in my mucklucks, saving baby seals from furtrappers that are strictly commercial and while tryin to watch out where the huskies go and' not to get blinded by the dreaded yellow snow, I see a dim light glowing in the distance...
Why, look, it's Centerville! I hope there's a rancid boutique still open this late!
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