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"1, 2, 3, 4, FIRE'S IN YOUR EYES"
(United States)
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Watching: 166; Pageviews: 2000; Comments Made: 104; Friends: 166
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IN THE RAINBOW FACTORY
WHERE ALL YOUR FEARS AND HORRORS COME TRUE
IN THE RAINBOW FACTORY
WHERE NOT A SINGLE SOUL GETS THROUGH !!
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Despite the dread crawling down her back, Peacock managed to keep herself under the facade that she was completely fine with being sent to a huge-ass prison on the same day that she was wearing a really nice suit. She had kept quiet; giving off a crooked smile as her eye twitched. She was able to feel the guards warily eye at her arms, specifically the six eyes that were able to be found on them - three on each. Peacock scoffed, annoyed, at how she had caused so much attention to herself and she had just entered the area with the jail cells.
The reason she was even here in the first place was due to the fact that she had screamed "It's the fuzz!" and tried to run away. Of course, she won't mention the fact that she also threw a bomb at one of them, but it was self defense on her behalf. Now, the teenager is watching the chaos happen in front of her very own six eyes. She watched as a redheaded, buff woman beat down another fat inmate brutally. Flinching, Peacock immediately stepped back, attempting to get away.
She found herself yelping instead as she squirmed from the grasp of a robot that had grabbed her. It had began to soar high into the air, and with Peacock being admittedly afraid of heights, it made her feel sick and she immediately tried to close her eyes. Before she knew it, she found herself stumbling into an office and felt herself slam into something sharp - which ended up being revealed as a chair once she opened her eyes.
"There must be some kinda mistake, bub," she said, though moreso to herself, "I hadn't done nothin' illegal!"
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The arrival of this — rather interesting character was a surprise, almost as much as her appearance was. From first glance it was obvious she couldn't have been more than fourteen at the most, which was peculiar (why the hell would Jailbot bring a child here, she should be thrown in the incinerator immediately!) but the most peculiar sight were the mechanical attachments that somehow seemed to serve as both arms and eyes. Needless to say, the Warden was very much taken aback, but displayed none of this (certain appearances must be kept, after all) as he raised an eyebrow at the first words out of her mouth.
"Well, obviously that isn't true, or you wouldn't be here!" he responded quite cheerfully, subtly scooting a millimeter back in his seat — he had no idea what this girl was capable of, after all, and he wasn't about to take any chances — "But I'm sure this is an issue that can be resolved in a proper manner!"
Of course, any 'proper manner' would be nothing less than having her go up in flames in the good ol' incinerator, maybe use those nice-looking mechanical bits for spare parts, and being done with it, but the Warden wasn't about to tell her that.
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During the jailer's short, yet semi- threatening speech, Peacock had pulled a cigar from somewhere. She dragged it up to her mouth, inhaling as the smoke went out of her eye instead of her mouth.
"I suppose you're as charming as a dirtbag can get," she said sarcastically, plopping down onto the chair as she puffed out more smoke. "Please, first impression makes you seem like an awkward baboon. And from what I've seen already, you'll probably kill me like I was some sort of angry puppy with a bad-mannered owner."
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"Dirtbag? Dirtbag? I'll have you know that as the Warden of this esteemed penal system I'm practically the savior of the hundreds of misguided, lost souls that roam these cells, helping to turn their lives around from hardened, heartless criminals to hardworking, valued members of society," he retorted, finally pausing to take a breath as he huffed and crossed his arms in apparent annoyance. (How dare she insinuate such garbage! Well, it wouldn't matter soon, after all, or so he told himself.)
"Wait a moment — besides your absolutely terrible attitude and brash mannerisms, we haven't even had a proper introduction!" The Warden realized; a cartoonish lightbulb even popping up above his head for a moment before disappearing in a cloud of smoke. "I'd at least like to know your name before I throw you in the incinerator!"
May have let a bit too much slip there; but rational thinking was far beyond his grasp and it wasn't as if she wouldn't be figuring it out soon anyway.
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"I saw one of the inmates get slaughtered by some redhead." She stated bluntly, before cocking her head.
"Incinerator? Damn, I knew it was gonna happen, but imagine all the cool knicknacks I could create in there with all the fire and junk!" She sounded rather excited, actually, as she bounced up. "I could give myself the ability to use the fire to my advantage, even. Then I could do your own stinkin' job for ya! Brutally kill the poor fellas you claim y'ur saving." She entirely ignored the Warden's order of Peacock talking about herself, grinning as she sat back down. Of course, she knew that it would have killed her before she could do any of that - she was a human, after all - but she simply wanted to throw the Warden off guard.
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He actually facepalmed at that; it was obvious she wasn't going to listen and really, why should he waste his valuable time on some brat that had managed to do something heinous enough to land herself here? Besides that, the Warden was regularly subjected to scathing comments from his own inmates, was used to them, in fact; but coming from a mere child it was just absurd — and he would not stand for it.
"Jailbot, take her to the incinerator," he ordered, pointing towards the door —
the faster she was out of his sight the better. Aiming a glare at the girl from behind yellow-tinted glasses, he added, "Oh, and take all those metal bits, too! They'll certainly be of use to me."
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Peacock's grin never dropped. Instead, she only wagged her finger, stating "I don't think so, rat." And -- she dolphin dived INTO the floor, like she was at the pool. She had disappeared, keeping herself elevated under the desk of the office.
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"What the —" With a gasp of surprise he leapt out of his chair as soon as she had disappeared, spinning around in a circle in an attempt to see where she possibly could have gone. "Search the premises," he told Jailbot, who had given a series of confused beeps in response to the puzzling situation. "Scour every nook and cranny, every little secret niche and hidey hole — and don't stop until you've found her!"
That last sentence was punctuated with an almost childish stomp, steam literally coming out of his ears and fists clenched at his sides. Once his temper tantrum was over, however, the Warden sank into his seat, resting his elbows on the desk and his head in his hands as he waited for any news from Jailbot.
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"I see what's goin' on here." And just like that - she was back onto relaxing on the chairs, puffing out smoke from her eyes from the cigar in her mouth.
"Y'ur sending your robot dog after me? I thought you were the one in charge 'ere! Can't even do your own dirty work!"
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"You!"
Whirling around to face Peacock, he placed his hands on his hips in an accusatory manner, peering down at her in a manner both furious and perplexed as he ranted (again).
"How dare you disappear right under my nose like that! You criminals never just shut up and cooperate, do you — no, somebody just has to ruin a good time, and you, miss, are no exception! You can't blame me for just wanting to relax and enjoy the rest of my day, can you?"
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"You were going to throw me into the incinerator!" Peacock retorted. "I've cheated death countless of times, but you're pea-brained if you think I'm just gonna let you do that! Ya throw one bomb at a sucker and suddenly you're the worst thing that walked the planet."
She sat up, "Not only that, but you wanted to dismantle me." She puffed a clowd of smoke into the Warden's face, keeping her hand on her hat just in case she needed to blast a fool.
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He immediately began coughing (albeit a bit dramatically, as always), waving away the smoke with an annoyed look before retorting, "Yes, but think about it! This is Superjail, full of dangerous criminals who wouldn't hesitate to harm you at once if they ever caught wind of your arrival! It was the lesser of two evils, really!"
Perhaps he was just trying to justify his actions to himself, but obviously none of what he had just spouted had ever previously crossed his mind.
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"So... 'Cause I'm a teenager, you don't expect me to defend myself?" Peacock attempted to make it painfully obvious of her six eyes, and the fact that she had literally disappeared into the ground minutes before. "In fact, I think those poor schmucks are more afraid of you than anything. If you dismantle me, I actually would be vulnerable, and that'd be on you, pal."
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"Who said I was going to dismantle you while you were still — mmm, alive, haha! I'm not a sadist!" He shrugged as if it weren't really all that big of a deal, giving a sheepish smile to accommodate it.
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"Oh, yes, I'm sure your inmates would definitely agree with you." she stated sarcastically, picking herself up and dusting off her suit.
"Listen pal, I don't know what y'ur trying to get at, but I ain't staying long."
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" You're super colorful, mister ! "
" I like your hat !! "
( || why am I giving Warden this child he hates kids,,, don't Touch her )
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" wh — where did you come from?? "— { SUFFER :^) }
" i will say i have impeccable taste in clothing, however. "
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" You do, I agree ! "
" And I uh. . .came in the door ? "
( || don't hurt her WILLY WANKSTAIN )
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your writing is so fucking phenomenal it's like the warden is actually there and I love it
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( miniature mayhem? that's my kind of sandwich! )gosh thank you <33!! i usually just sorta wing it hAHA
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" you don't know that. "
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" you own a jail that has rainbows everywhere "
" i'd say that's a pretty big give away "
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" actually, i'm pan. "
" so you would be both right and wrong. "
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" same difference, so i was still technically right. "
" my gaydar never fails. "
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out of kickass. AHHH I LOVE SUPERJAIL
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WELCOME TO SUPERJAIL !YES IT'S SO GOOD JYSKSK
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life is a funny thing isnt it ?
you give the world to a man who litterally made you who you are . you stick by him through and threw because in spite of the stupid means of getting there you both have the same desire to rule the world and both love each other dearly.
you even move to the surface with him when hell breaks loose and your hometown wants nothing more than to feed him to Mysticeti and sell you to a scarp parts shop.
you let him upgrade you to look more like an airbreather while he tries to find a way to genetically do the same for himself.
And life is good - for about two weeks . until you notice along with all the other problems - a lot of the people her act and thing the same as those you'd known back home. sure there were difference here and there but theres no denying they werent alike in a lot of ways.
then things get odd and you think maybe they're looking at you weirdly . is it obvious that your a machine ? does that really change anything about you as a whole ? do they know of your past somehow ?
all thoughts that frequent the mind ,whos mind ? Karen Plankton. the W.I.F.E of Sheldon. J. Plankton.
the two were inseparable expect for when they are. its sort of like the cheerio affect. they're attracted to each other by a thin film layer of inverted air but a simple bit of pressure from an outside force can split them apart relatively fast for a moment or two. then they're back together.
its not as if she didnt have her series of fights with him . and this particular moment wasnt any different. she'd gotten up, retrieved a bucket of fresh chum from the fish house at the back of the restaurant , returned inside and used her laser function to reshape the chum into a nice looking breakfast . then proceeded to add a sunny side up egg to it and bring it to her two inch husband, who'd spend the night working on some kind of dilldad or thingthug. who knows really .she'd not been paying attention. which quickly turned into an argument on how she 'never pays attention to anything ' and 'its always shelly do this shelly you shouldnt mix battery acid and electricity ' ect ect . HONESTLY, why put so much work into making the man of the house feel like the big king when you know its just spoiling his taste for eventually being a 'big king' . dear Neptune.
collecting the plate and disposing of it , she's quickly greeted with their pet , Spot . a teal amoeba that stacks to be around the size of a few week old lab dog. it quickly cheers her up before darting off across the street to a competitor's restaurant. she bursts in through the doors and scoops the fella up, much to the nerve rattled costumers who have just wittnessed a door be knocked off its frame for the sake of a puppy.
"oh barincles. "
she backs out of the establishment slowly only to see an odd sight befall her. some sort of - set of machines approaching her home- The Chum Bucket MegaBucket.
they're something different from what she's use to - then again is that really saying much?
quietly putting down the pup she arms her laser , the device unfolding from a flap on her head and warming up.
if these bots were planning on anything she was gonna try her hardest to stop it.
just sliding inside and proclaiming it audibly . let it be known
"no one hurts shelly but shelly"
in some sort of ironic and really stupid twist the small phytoplankton decided to shout a battle cry response of "YEAAH " from his place near a set of tubes in the backroom.
resulting in attention being brought to both of them.
with her primary objective underway and in full gear she rushes to him and stands between them. prepared to fight , not knowing both of them were targets but that one of them might just be luckier than the other.
it doesnt take a rocket scientist to know that even though she is very well built and very intelligent - shes not nearly at the same advantage as these other ones .who were built stronger and with more of a simplistic design suppose to her clearly more --- appeasing --humanoid state. she hardly got even one blast from her laser before it was abruptly and painfully snapped off, resulting in several seconds of small spark coming from the area on her head where the device had been broken from. sending her into a moment of concern and wheezing to try to relieve the artificial sensors. she then tries to punch these brutes only to have her wrist twisted backwards and a swift blow to her head being given. knocking out her temporary battery and shutting her off. the form then slumping over and crushing her husband slightly in process leaving them both in a state of easy removal as they're separated and she is hauled off.
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Really, the retrieval had gone as planned.
Superjail contained thousands upon thousands of criminals with various degrees of law-breaking behavior ranging from simple homicides to mass murders and international drug dealers, and it must be said that its' Warden was constantly on the lookout for more he could incorporate into his incarceration system — a finely tuned machine, it was, and with a constant influx of inmates to 'run it' and counter the mounting death toll, managing the place was a piece of cake; especially with the help of his beloved Jailbot and an assorted army of robotic cohorts mainly used for perimeter defense.
Unfortunately for Plankton and Karen, they had been targeted especially because of their criminal records and, not wanting to have Jailbot damaged because of Karen's.. assets (read: her robo-ness), the Warden had sent along said army of robot cohorts to assist in this capture.
The Warden himself was sitting at his desk, leaning back with his arms behind his head and his feet propped up on his desk; the perfect picture of relaxation — until the Robot Army™ crashed into his office from the ceiling, of course.
"New prisoner time, how wonderful!" he cried, leaping up onto his desk like the madman he is and giving a wide gap-toothed smile, clearly unaffected by the giant hole in his ceiling — which he would have Jailbot patch up later.
Yes, exactly as planned!
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it took a moment or two for her backup power supply to kick in. its not much of one but its something stable enough to at least wake her up and keep her moving around. then again, she ran off of some kind of nuclear waste battery . heaven knows she didnt bother to ask questions about it nor will she probably once she realizes its missing from its spot on the side of her head.
theres a small monitor sound for a moment. her eyes still pitched black from the sudden loss of her source. before a bright green brain wave monitor like stream starts to become visible in her eyes. moving steadily and processing her functions to make sure she'll be able to handle running. the stream swirls into two independent iris's . one in each eye. which adjust to a hue of dark purple. her lids close and open in a fluttering pattern before the final mark of her being awake and active becomes audible. a sort of retro sounding windows powerup noise.
being shut off isnt something thats a frequent occurrence. it seems to have affected her physically in the same manner blood rushing to ones head would. slightly off balance and slightly dazed. shes not entirely sure if shes being held back or if her own state is making it simple too difficult for her to move her own weight right now.
"...."
her coding sets in, causing her automated response to be recited in an almost generic manner.
a means to an end of figuring out her situation in the simplest manner that a machine like herself could figure out right now.
"W.i.F.E unit, karen. online. "
theres a mild groan for a moment followed by a cough.
her voice finally settling on how it should sound.
"Wha- where am i?"
cliche prehaps but shes hoping it'll yeild the best answer .
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Sliding off of his desk with a flourish, the Warden bowed before straightening back up, a hand to his chest and sporting a wide grin on his face.
"Why, you're in Superjail! I am the Warden, and you, miss —"
Glancing at the files he hadn't even realized were on his desk before he'd slid over them, scattering papers across the floor, he bent down, hurriedly snatching them back up with a muttered, "One — one moment. Stay right there —"
Finally he stood, a pile of slightly crumpled papers in his grasp that he straightened out and attempted to read.
"Ahem. You, miss, are in a lot of trouble. Impersonation, poisoning customers of a fast-food establishment, several counts of attempted murder..."
"You're despicable! I love it! That's it —" Pressing the intercom button on his desk, he spoke into it, throwing the papers that apparently contained Karen's criminal record across the room carelessly. "Jared, let it be known that Superjail is now accepting female prisoners — in fact, we'll need a whole new section of cell blocks!"
There was a muffled "B-But sir —!" from the speaker before the Warden cut him off with a, "No buts, Jared, except your butt getting to work!"
With that, he cut the intercom off, leaning against his desk casually as if nothing had ever happened.
"Welcome, aha!"
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it takes longer than she'd have liked to process all that overly energetic movement
and determine without overloading herself - how it looks and sounds and interacts with
everything else. for a few moments it actually leaves her in tunnel vision.
that is - until hes a little more still - at which point her attention is more to surroundings than
just processing the information of the person in front of her.
her eye glasses display a faint swirling to indicate the situation internally . almost like a loading icon thats not
directly a part of her eyes .
"ah-- i do have a record but i'd hardly call anything in Bikini B worth considering a valid crime.i mean techiqually its illegal to just stand in parking lot for more than five minutes. "
she's not really worming her way around it . shes aware shes done some pretty horrible things.
but in fairness shes also programmed with little sympathy or care of what the result will be . those feels were long since replaced with the sass and sarcasm update .
processing interaction levels and social skills .
level 1.5 beginning to search data base for potential approaches
" its still -i suppose nice is the word? to not that someone is trying to look out for the little people yes?
such a kind man."
southern belle at 10% audio attempt. too sappy. return to W,I.F.E standard voice.
shes struggling to determine what the best vocal patterns would be to mimic for sake of those around her. not because she cares but it is her programming to seek out the potential opportunities that can be used to manipulate others into believing shes something that she isnt. situation based . of course.
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"Why, thank you! I try," he responded humbly, adjusting his bowtie despite it looking relatively perfect already.
"Somebody has to do it, after all! I'm happy someone — a new prisoner, even, such a respect for authority! — recognizes my valiant efforts to improve society!"
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* heya. could ya hand me a broken pencil, pal ?
* eh. nevermind- it's pointless !
( / i. sans uses " bad pun " )
( / ii. is it effective )
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— { the warden attempted to suppress a laugh, covering his mouth with one hand and snickering behind it }
— { it sure is effective™ }" finally, someone with a sense of humor around here, i like it! "
" what's your name, pal? "
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( / i. sans shrugged comically, grinning and winking towards the warden. )
* heh heh heh. thanks, bud.
* i'm sans. sans the skeleton.
* you seem like you got a few humerus jokes yourself.
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" why, thank you! "
" i'm the warden. "
" what brings you around these parts, hmm? "— { placing a gloved finger to his chin in a contemplative manner, he waited for an answer, the other hand resting at his hip. }
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psst max. what did you use to code the wall paper so it could have that gif?
im adding a second panel with a couple images of spot and im trying to figure out how to add this gif
images6.fanpop.com/image/photo…
im in photoshop but im not sure if theres an anternative that would be easier
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WELCOME TO SUPERJAIL !oh i used www.online-image-editor.com !! photoshop may work with that tho :0
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CELESTIAL_ im shook I literally loved superjail sm and was so disappointed to see it be cancelled like wtf happened after,,
but omg I love your account//
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WELCOME TO SUPERJAIL !GOD ME TOO,,,
but yeah tysm, i appreciate it!
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CELESTIAL_ I WANT THIS SHOW BACK IT WAS SO UNDERRATED OK
i loved alice so much ok she is my queen
yoooo no problem !
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WELCOME TO SUPERJAIL !ogh me too, she deserves nothing but the Best
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> she's just walking around
> trying to sell people... dirt???
> nikki why
> she's even got a fake mustache on to conceal her identity
> walks up to warden
" 'xcuse me, sir,"
"can I interesting you in some dirt?"
"It's the finest quality around."
> she's just messing around honestly don't take her seriously o mg-
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Doctor Jane Kragen was having a hard couple of months.
After studying hard and working harder her whole life long, she had finally obtained her doctorate and was listened to practice oral surgery and general dentistry. The problem? No office would hire her. Not even those run down places in shopping plazas that spelled the word "dentist" wrong and used copious amounts of puns. Even they told her her methods were "cruel" and "inhumane."
So what if she didn't use a whole lot of pain medicine and sometimes applied treatment to patients who hadn't asked for it? How could anyone argue with the results? Any patient she had for up to an hour ended up with whatever problems they had completely fixed. But noooo, apparently her techniques were dangerous and flammable.
So, regardless of her unlimited talent and dedication to her craft, she'd been blacklisted and was now sitting on the sidewalk with her lab coat still on, wondering what to do next.
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"Hey, you like bringing in new criminals, right?"
/chris what do you have planned
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" why, of course! "
" why do you ask? "
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"Are you familiar with Totaka Sosoree?"
"Shes most definitely a criminal!"
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