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Corned Beef

Zorak: Here's a poem by Alfred Lord Tennis-anyone!

Brak: Corned beef to the left of me! Corned beef to the right of me-wait a minute, no! Corned beef to the left of me! Saurkraut to the right of me! Rye bread in front of me! Cheese comin' from behind, and then everybody ATE! A sandwich!

Zorak: Gee, that was twisted.