One fine day the doorbell rings and I open it:
There's a guy standing outside, a monster, isn't it?
Looks like a cross between a
New Year's Eve rocket and a ragpicker.
Uh, pimples on the face, right.
I'm still thinking, for God's sake, right,
This guy shouts: Greetings You Uncle!
I crashed, didn't I.
For God's sake in the house, right.
If someone notices that I'm supposed to be related
To this virus, isn't it, that's uh.
Thank God the spook was over straight away.
They then picked him up straight away and took him back to the home.
But I wonder what kind of homes these are,
Where something like this is hatched

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