There was a little liar called Gnaus. As

There was a little liar called Gnaus. As a child, he grew up in the jungle alone. One day, he came across a stranger.
The stranger asked him where his parents were and gave Gnaus his first opportunity to lie. He'd learned deceit from watching the monkies and pointed
up, at the sky. The stranger furrowed his brow in disappointment. "I'm sorry, Gnaus, you've failed the test of moral integrity. We're going to have to put you down." The boy ran
even though he had only one leg. He hopped like a pogo stick until he got to the stairs and then he basically fell like a sack of garbage. I wondered what it would be like to sever
a head. I went to help him up on to his one leg and he yelled absurdities as he hopped away.
"I CAN hobble JUST FINE without the likes of YOU. (Millennium hand and shrimp)" I once again "Tried to do a good turn daily." And help him across the street. He took his peg leg
and beat me about the head, all while hopping about on his good foot. I didn't know the peg leg was removable, much less that he was so adept at clubbing. He had been known as
a big clubber but I always thought that was cause of his nightlife. So as he was raining blows upon me with his detached peg leg I must have sustained a serious concussion because
I blacked out and never awoke again. I tell the remainder of this story post-humously, my words taken figuratively from a man in Scotland, but when he tells you now is the truth:
"Thou shall not wear briefs under thou kilt."

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