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Let's agree that Mycroft was a lousy dirty stinky cheaty rat repluglican shill steeple with his head in the sand if not someplace worse, and that everybody here was impeccably wise, prescient, and all-knowing and saw the future down to the last detail, and that it is altogether fitting and proper for us to pelt Mycroft with soiled socks now and forevermore amen.
Oh, and Mycroft? Your dog's ugly.
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