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*Gives IHIYC a brainsicle to prevent him from trying to injury with a whip.*
You'd have gotten bored in five million years, trust me, someone else tried it before.
*Re-addresses Comte de Malodor.*
Oh, I almost forgot, thank you for congratulating me. It was very hard to get Grade Three, I could handle the fact I would be swimming in holy water, but to swim around the world whilst being tickled is frustrating! At least I was able attain Grade Two easier than everyone else, but that's only because (unlike everyone else) I knew that prancing, pretty ponies put up such a nasty fight.

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No offense taken my friend. Also, I'm afraid that I HAVEN'T had pinkie pie with fried onions (but that's only because I don't like horse meat OR onions). Besides, I once pulled a group of young individuals called the Equestrian Girls from their world and... well... I guess you could say that I never have to pay for "maid service" ever again.

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Indeed it is, Vidmaster7, not sure who the ijit that decided to call it that was thinking though.
*Passes over the maids to Comte de Malodor.*
Have fun! Also, sorry this isn't all of them, but they are all the ones you know (I have since recruited some new blood - whoops, made a joke by mistake - for my personal usage). Here's the details, they never let you down.
*Gives Comte de Malodor the details on where to recruit new maids as well as a timetable listing GoatToucher's annual bridal auctions.*

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Merci, merci! A thousand thankyous.
{Looks at timetable. Raises one eyebrow}
H'mm, I generally prefer my wives not to have hooves and horns, succubi excepted. Also, looking at poor Dr. Verrukte, I feel that Baron Toucher's methods are a little too thorough, perhaps. Still, worth bearing in mind.
{Trundles off to the Spankatorium with a couple of housemaids, there to enjoy a glass of claret and some self-abuse, illuminated by the warm glow of his ancestral Win. Or maybe that's just one the maid's bottoms.}

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Heydrich and I are aristocrats. We've already won, permanently. In addition, I am French, so there's nothing new you can tell me about cheese.
By the way, Count, should you be at liberty this evening, a new drive-thru nunnery has opened up under Drachenskrag, and there are a couple of sprightly novices there I should very much like your opinion on.

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Ah yes, my dear Comte de Malodor, I know the nunnery that you speak of.
*Eyes glow a vivid, blood red and fangs extend menacingly.*
I flew by the place a little bit earlier, as a matter of fact. And I've already selected a good twenty-five of them (I've decided not to be greedy) who meet my criteria (hint: think of young, beautiful girls with bodies that don't match being a nun ;-) *gleeful laughter*).

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You may of heard this one but,
The little girl brought her hamster into the vet because it hadn't moved from the side of its cage in days.
Apparently the hamster was "sat at the edge of the cage and wouldn't eat or drink anything".
Baffled, the girl took her pet to the vet where a student animal doctor gave it the once over.
When asked if anything had happened which might have caused this odd behaviour the little girl revealed the hamster had "escaped for a bit" but was found under the fridge.
Bizarrely, when placed on the vet's table the hamster allegedly perked right up and and was wandering around, eating and drinking as normal.
"Then they noticed there was something in his cheek pouch," the text message continued.
"So they look inside, and find a fridge magnet."