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Originally Posted by CrimsonFox
"Trumpets?" utters the Hatter, "Sure that goes with tea!" He takes off his hat blows into it until he is red. The tip of it opens like a door and lets out a huge trumpet blast blowing quite violently in the Chef's face. Several trumpets, cornets, and a French Horn tumble out hit the chef and land at his feet.
"Non for me thanks, " says the hatter, "I don't like French pastries."
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ve-a meke-a zee hurn suoop. furst ve-a bueel zee hurn, zeen ve-a blend zee hurn. Bork bork bork! ve-a iet zee hurn veet zee gerleec und zee ooneeuns