"Today, boys and girls, I'm going to sing to you about the wonders of British dentistry. Gad, I wish that the record company hadn't abandoned me on this pile of rotting hay. It's a bit hard on my bum and I think it'll mess up my nice new uniform. Plus I've got a package to deliver to Mrs. Evans or I'll catch hell. Oh well, might as well just keep singing."
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