Our entendre is twice as big as yours.
Morf: Have you seen my bag of long pork fat?
Polly: Why? What are you doing?
Morf: I am conjuring forth the hundred proof spirit of Orson Welles. Whereupon I shall task it with wrecking a terrible vengeance against those who would enquire as to the Citizen Kane of games.
Polly: You put it in the freezer, next to the peas.
FFS do not read any of this tripe.
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