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One day in Mexico, a Hippie, a Hunchback, and a Mongolian Farmer were bored. They decided to visit Mexico's major landmark: The great wall of stolen bricks from China. The three were lounging around on the wall, when suddenly a shot rang out. There lay The Mayor of Newark's second cousin-twice-removed's uncle's college roommate, with a bullet in his leg.

Naturally, the hippie spoke up.

"We have to investigate this almost-murder, man..."

The other two agreed. The three of them went to the crime scene, a few feet away. Within seconds, they found their first piece of evidence: a green cap. Nearby was a bunch of coins.

"Leprechauns..." the Mongolian farmer muttered under his breath.

The Mongolian Farmer grabbed a newspaper from a nearby man with a 6 fingered hand.

"Good, it's going to rain today."

They waited until the rainstorm came and went, then followed the rainbow. It ended in a large field.

"There's a large group of Leprechauns nearby. We have to tread with caution." the Farmer warned the others.

The Hippie whipped out his cell phone.

"I'm gonna call the Mexican government and call an air strike on this place."

A bullet knocked the phone from his hands.

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that..." the Hunchback said, "You see... I'm actually a Leprechaun."

Dozens of Leprechauns, armed, entered the field, surrounding the Hippie and the Farmer.

"You see," the hunchback said, "we leprechauns are motivated by one thing: Power. To achieve that, we need land and money. Soon we will topple the Mexican government. Then, we will take back Texas. Then it's just a short march to take all of America. Next is the oil nations of the world. We will suck the mid-East dry and make all the blood money we want, and there's nothing you can do to stop us."

The farmer grinned and pulled out a device. He pushed the button, and there was a large explosion from the leprechaun's base. A plan flew overhead and carried out an air strike.

"You see, Hippie, I'm not actually a Mongolian farmer," the farmer said, "I'm with the MI6. I came here to stop the Mexican government's plot to end tea. But I found much more. A plot to make blood money off the world's oil. A plot to take freedom. But most importantly, I found a friend."

"Really?" The Hippie asked.

"Eh, I guess."

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Description
One day in Mexico, a Hippie, a Hunchback, and a Mongolian Farmer were bored. They decided to visit Mexico's major landmark: The great wall of stolen bricks from China. The three were lounging around on the wall, when suddenly a shot rang out. There lay The Mayor of Newark's second cousin-twice-removed's uncle's college roommate, with a bullet in his leg.

Naturally, the hippie spoke up.

"We have to investigate this almost-murder, man..."

The other two agreed. The three of them went to the crime scene, a few feet away. Within seconds, they found their first piece of evidence: a green cap. Nearby was a bunch of coins.

"Leprechauns..." the Mongolian farmer muttered under his breath.

The Mongolian Farmer grabbed a newspaper from a nearby man with a 6 fingered hand.

"Good, it's going to rain today."

They waited until the rainstorm came and went, then followed the rainbow. It ended in a large field.

"There's a large group of Leprechauns nearby. We have to tread with caution." the Farmer warned the others.

The Hippie whipped out his cell phone.

"I'm gonna call the Mexican government and call an air strike on this place."

A bullet knocked the phone from his hands.

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that..." the Hunchback said, "You see... I'm actually a Leprechaun."

Dozens of Leprechauns, armed, entered the field, surrounding the Hippie and the Farmer.

"You see," the hunchback said, "we leprechauns are motivated by one thing: Power. To achieve that, we need land and money. Soon we will topple the Mexican government. Then, we will take back Texas. Then it's just a short march to take all of America. Next is the oil nations of the world. We will suck the mid-East dry and make all the blood money we want, and there's nothing you can do to stop us."

The farmer grinned and pulled out a device. He pushed the button, and there was a large explosion from the leprechaun's base. A plan flew overhead and carried out an air strike.

"You see, Hippie, I'm not actually a Mongolian farmer," the farmer said, "I'm with the MI6. I came here to stop the Mexican government's plot to end tea. But I found much more. A plot to make blood money off the world's oil. A plot to take freedom. But most importantly, I found a friend."

"Really?" The Hippie asked.

"Eh, I guess."

ENDE