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I come from a long line of organic, free-range stegosaurus farmers. Stegosaurus meat was the most tender and succulent kind. Oh, those must have been the days. Laying across the open desert, herds of dinos roaming the open plain. Fresh pterodactyl egg sizzling over an open fire — yeah, they had fire since day one, homie. That was the only …

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