Once upon a time, there was a pickle, a pretend pickle, with arms and legs and eyes and stuff, and he went fishing with some of his pickle friends. They pulled up a walrus, and he and the pickle became really good friends and had a sandwich together then went out for a donut. Then they rode off in a spaceship. The end.
(It was a cheese sandwich and an X-Wing Fighter, in case you're wondering. I was.)
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