Your mom and I borrowed a technique from the love that dare not speak its name.
I slapped your mom across the face with the glove that dare not speak its name.
I boiled your moms remains on the stove that dare not speak its name.
I cremated your mom in the oven that dare not speak its name.
I trampled your mom with the hoof that dare not speak its name.
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