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Oh, we’re hardly extinct. We’ve been forced into hiding by the likes of Rotter and other randy old men. But you shouldn’t worry about us, darling, as we’ve found the most splendid Edenic hideaway here. It even has internet.
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I agree with Rotter. Though the pollution hasn’t helped. I remember an old Blue Peter episode telling us about how they were also strangled by those plastic six pack lager (some filthy brew the lower orders drink for survival) holder majiggys.
They did a graphic reenactment and everything.