Taking over the world covertly. Is my plan. I will go to a hotel room. Find a beautiful, **** woman. Who takes me to her room. And I disappear (in the morning). They will eventually find what remains there are left of me. Centuries later…. Via DNA and a bit of luck. My remains floated down the Mississippi, And into the Gulf of Beans Sorry about that Hermanos y Harmanss. I will spread Over years and get into the Vorld’s vater supply. Then, they will pay……
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