I was a sailor once. I loved the sea, that salty smell, the glorious breeze, the freedom. Now look at me. And with a collar to boot. Once I was just a man, with perhaps a little to much of an appetite. Then one day, goddam witches put their magic dust on my penne. It looked just like parmegan cheese. I tried eating one of the sacred mushrooms to cure me, but it was too late.
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