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		<title>Miss Peach: Why did someone have to kill Rafferdy?</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Why did someone have to kill Rafferdy?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;lt;font color=#008083&amp;gt;Me and Mr. Bland are... well, we aren't really legal citizens. But we should be. A while ago, we were accused of being illegal immigrants. By Rafferdy. After a trial, we've had to hide form the police, making a small house out of Homestar's basement.&lt;br /&gt;
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Rafferdy threatened to tell the police about us again. Why? He said it would be funny.&lt;br /&gt;
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At first, I thought this was worthless. We would be deported to some country we haven't even been to before. That's when I saw the King making a steak in the drawing room. He had fallen asleep, so I knew what I had to do.&lt;br /&gt;
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I saw Rafferdy try and go in there, and I threatened him with the grill. He said he wouldn't have to lie to the police; he could just sue me for 'attempting to murder' him. Well, at that moment, I snapped. While he laughed, I plugged in and picked up that grill...&lt;br /&gt;
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And he desperately clawed at me, the grilll baked his face to a crisp.&lt;br /&gt;
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http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/1452/senorcomputerroomgrill.png&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;It'll be fun&amp;quot;, he said. &amp;quot;I'll sue you&amp;quot;, he said. &amp;quot;Don't kill me&amp;quot;, he said.&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Miss Peach</name></author>	</entry>

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