Earlier today, I decided that I had grown tired of my heart. So I had it replaced with a mouse.
I went to the doctor. He pressed his stethoscope against my chest and he looked concerned.
"What's wrong, Doctor?" I asked.
He answered, "Your heart is squeaking."
"That is because it is not my heart, it is a mouse."
"Ah," he replied.
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I aren't going to eat that Sir! I simply aren't.
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