Izzy: I just swallowed a pigeon.
Wendy: how did it taste?
Izzy: Great!
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The email god brings you email and brings me candy.
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Izzy: Argh, matey,
Wendy: Who taught you to talk like that?
Izzy: A pirate.
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Izzy to daddy: your butt sounds like a tuba…ew! Your gas smells bad!