Ogres are like balls.
They stink?
Yes. No.
Oh, they make you cry.
No.
Oh, you leave em out in the sun, they get all brown, start sproutin’ little white hairs.
"Now you listen here, I'm an advertising man, not a red herring. I've got a job, a secretary, a mother, two balls and several bartenders depending upon me, and I don't intend to disappoint them all by getting myself 'slightly' killed."
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