“You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch / With a nauseous super-naus / You're a crooked jerky jockey, and you drive a crooked hoss, / Mr. Gri-inch! Your soul is an appalling dump-heap, overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of rubbish imaginable, mangled up in tangled up knots!”
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