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Mr. Belvadere tickles me awake with a feather and serves me my breakfast in bed while I scan all 52 plasma screens across my gold plated wall to get up to the minute news on how much dolphin is trading for in Osaka.
Then Mr. Belvadere puts me in my elevator and takes me to my work compound contructed under my estate. He carries me because I pay him to do it, plus he likes it.
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