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Nov 24, 2016
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Trapped in a confined space with a creature devoid of anything but base animal instinct.  The smell of food has driven it back to its wildest, prehistoric state.  He attacks!
Poncho:  Raarrrrr!
Mailman:  You shall not have my Christmas cookies!!
Woman:  Uh, I'll grab the next one.
Nov 26, 2016
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