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Once upon a time, there was a Something. Now, that Something really wanted to be something. Something like you've never seen before! A real something! ...But wait a minute. That just doesn't make sense. What do you mean, "it doesn't make sense"? Of course it makes sense. I want to be something! But you're a Something. How can you make yourself into something when you're already a Something? Well, I... Anyway, so much for that story. That just doesn't make sense. The End
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