Once upon a time there was a mollusk named Hank.
Hank was a relatively happy mollusk. He struggled with depression and explosive diahrrea from time to time...But who doesn't, am I right?
Hank was strolling through the sea-shell forest one morning, when suddenly he was accosted by a rather large, fleshy thing. The thing was a hand. Hank was later dinner, served with baby carrots and french bread.
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