Oh MIGS.....Oh MIGS.....Oh MIGS..Oh MIGS... Damn binimus and google.. i've forgotten my train of thought, hmm might of lost it in my slip in the space time continum... or just left in a hole, probably both.. Now... fondue, elephant 69's and a quick 71 suit, AH thats it.. you need to continue on your quest, find the mysterious stranger (and if you, like nibble him). However, before you leave i'm afraid i have some bad news... or possibly in your case some very good news. I'm sure you remember your 3rd b'day party you had a cat appear out of a cake, he was a bearer of bad news, well again i say bad it cud be good.. but it appears the effect was so dramatic you have forgotten it.. so i'm here to dredge it back up through your mind to traumatise you once more... Also, could i please have my rod of parmeasan back, i'm rather hungry and havn't eaten anything since i had a rather good dig in my ear the other week.. now.. continue on your quest and don't forget.. if you meet Chrisps McB don't forget to happy slap him and run off shouting slag..... Good luck and goodbye!
btw, here's that image to rip your mind apart once more.
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