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In its lunacy, the sentient soy zealously waddled to the uneaten pizza, and with complicitous and embittered hunger, it tore off a morsel, spraying scarlet drops of pizza sauce as the only souvenir of the pizza's existence, and delivered the backhanded compliment, "You taste simply exquisite... for a pizza!"

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