Holy cow, Frank. It's the Kool Mint MOTHER LODE!
Innuit extra precaution. Row yourself to ice floe and die. Preserve yourself in moth balls till Grandma needs the Christmas roast."
"But if these are the eggs, what is the . . . ""I don't wanna think about it."
"It's still better than that stupid Tidy Bowl commercial we did in the Seventies, right, Jerry?""Keep you eye on the balls, Pete."
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