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,:==*%@£@# #@£@%*==:,
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,:==%@£@## @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ ##@£@%==:,
,:==*%@£@@ @ a third pocket operator, po sixteen. @ @@£@%*==:,
,,,,,,=*@£ @ @ £@*=,,,,,,
,:==*%@£@# @ it's a children's toy, @ #@£@%*==:,
,,,::===%@ @ themed around the so-called @ @%===::,,,
,:==*%@£@# @ "bird factory". @ #@£@%*==:,
,:==*%@£@# @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ #@£@%*==:,
,,,,,:==%£ £%==:,,,,,
,,,:===%@£ the bird factory is a rumored dungeon £@%===:,,,
,:==*%@£## in the far and cold mountains, where ##£@%*==:,
,,,,,:=**@ monks, slaves, or children (differing @**=:,,,,,
,:==*%%%@@ between accounts) are creating the @@%%%*==:,
,:==*%@£@# birds of the world. #@£@%*==:,
,:==*%@£@# #@£@%*==:,
,:==*%£@## the story goes, that the people of the ##@£%*==:,
,:==*%@£@# dungeon would mine for minerals that #@£@%*==:,
,:==*%@£@# were spreckled, or otherwise #@£@%*==:,
,:==*%@@@@ interestingly colored. the minerals @@@@%*==:,
,:==*%@£@@ would be divided into various sizes and @@£@%*==:,
,,,,,,,=*@ made into egg-like shapes. @*=,,,,,,,
,:==*%@£@@ @@£@%*==:,
,:===**%@@ these eggs would then be placed in a @@%**===:,
,:==*%@£@# special hatchery, until hatched, and so #@£@%*==:,
,:==*%@£@@ all birds were born. @@£@%*==:,
,,::=*%%££ ££%%*=::,,
,:==*%@£@# regarding the little toy machine, what #@£@%*==:,
,:==*%@£@# the heck, man, i mean, why does it #@£@%*==:,
,,,,::=*%£ sound like this? there's £%*=::,,,,
,,,,,=*@@£ = like some useable sounds = £@@*=,,,,,
,:==*%@£@# = three flat out weird sounds = #@£@%*==:,
,:==*%@£## = and one drum kit that's whack = ##£@%*==:,
,:====%%@@ @@%%====:,
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