Your fingertips are livid;
There is no control of swear words;
You will only have three hours' sleep.
We relate because our neurons are awake;
By tomorrow, it'll be separate pidgins:
Handy, multicultural spasms.
Give me all yor talk power, chall.
Bad breath is either dental or sto-
mach, and we'll finally iron it out.
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