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What's with the cow?

 

It was a normal day. A Thurday to be exact. As Patricia approached her 16th hour of cud chewing, a dramatic change occured in the heavens above. A thunderous cloud surrounded her and, before she knew it, she was stood on her hind legs. A golden cape was fastened around her neck, and black suede boots were placed upon her hoofs. In a nano-second she knew her true purpose: To defend the weak with sun dried cow pats. Patricia became... MADAME PATTERCAKE!

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- 16/09/08