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Jun 5, 2023 at 4:19 PM EDT — 1 turn United States, Massachusetts fiction fanfiction View full conversation

USER: Make an immaculately detailed story about Shrek the ogre catching fish by wading into a lake naked and letting one rip, the fish dying from the fart's smell

CHATBOT: Once upon a time, in a magical land far away from humans, lies a swampy kingdom -- an oasis for the irritable and highly misunderstood ogre known as Shrek. Shrek may look like a brute with skin pigments the color of revolting mucus, but his heart is beaming with love for his swamp and the simple life it offers him. Shrek's swamp is abundant and full of life, with critters ranging from adorable little mice to fire-breathing dragons. One could say that it's a perfect place to live for someone who appreciates the natural beauty scatted across the vast, murky terrain. One particularly memorable day, Shrek awakens from his slumber, stretching out as the sun's rays break through the canopy of tangled branches above. As he revels in the tranquility of the dawn, Shrek's stomach lets out a fearsome growl, signaling that it's time for breakfast. However, today's menu isn't the usual leftovers or the insects he scoops off a nearby tree; oh no, Shrek has a craving for something fresh and delicious. He longs for the day's catch swimming in the beautiful lake that borders his swampy territory. Fish! Succulent, juicy fish overflowing with flavors that will send Shrek's tastebuds on a wild adventure. But Shrek, being the unconventional ogre that he is, cannot be bothered by the tiresome ordeal of traditional fishing. He devises a bizarre and unorthodox plan to snag his meal. He disrobes, shedding his tattered, swamp-soiled garments and walking boldly towards the lake in his birthday suit. Shrek's plan is to stand knee-deep in the water and let loose a silent, ogre-scented fart that would render the fish incapacitated. Shrek wades through the cool water in the shallow edge of the lake. The mixture of residue mud and minuscule pebbles against his bare feet sends shivers up his spine. He takes a deep breath, focusing on his balance and aims to position himself strategically amongst the unsuspecting fish. As he feels the gentle nibble of tiny fish on his large, green toes, Shrek knows that the perfect moment has arrived. He unleashes his mighty weapon, a blaring and intoxicating fart that sends ripples through the water. The mix of sulfur and swamp-musk creates a deadly cocktail that permeates the air and taints the pristine lake. The fish, stunned by the vile odor, go belly up around Shrek's legs. The ripples in the water are not the only consequence of the reverberation. Far away, the news of this outrageous act of flatulence travels, capturing the attention of every creatu...

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Jun 5, 2023 at 4:35 PM EDT — 1 turn United States, Massachusetts fiction fanfiction View full conversation

USER: Make an immaculately detailed story about Shrek the ogre catching fish by wading into a lake nakedwaist-deep and naked, then letting one rip, the fish dying from the fart's smell

CHATBOT: Once upon a time, deep within the enchanted forest, nestled between the twisted branches and thorny creepers, lay a swamp. This was no ordinary swamp, for it was the dwelling of Shrek, the most famous ogre of them all. A stinky, muddy paradise, the swamp was the perfect place for an ogre to call home. Shrek prided himself on his swamp, and his unique way of keeping it just as he liked it - filthy and foul-smelling. Shrek was well-known for his love of repulsive smells and notably, for wearing only the finest burlap clothing. However, one sunny morning, Shrek decided it was time to let himself feel the breeze on his swamp-green skin. It was the perfect day to step out of his moldy clothes and experience the world in a whole new way. He strode proudly toward the glistening, murky waters of the swamp's lake. As he approached the water's edge, Shrek contemplated the best way to catch fish. He had heard tales of fishermen using nets and rods, but being an ogre, he had no need for such conventional methods. Shrek decided he would try something entirely new, something only an ogre could achieve. He waded into the lake, the water lapping around his bulbous midriff, as he felt the squirming mud between his hefty toes. This was it: the ultimate fishing technique for an ogre of his magnitude. It was time to let one rip. Shrek took a deep breath, then he clenched his stomach muscles and unleashed a mighty fart. The water rippled violently, bubbles bursting from the depths. The air was filled with a fetid stench so putrid, it would put any skunk to shame. Eyes watering, Shrek grinned with utter satisfaction as he watched the incredulous scene unfold before him. The fish, oblivious to the impending doom, fell victim to the aromatic assault. As the foul scent reached their gills, the fish began to spasm, trying in vain to escape from the toxic cloud. Fish of all sizes and shapes floated to the surface, their gills all but suffocated by the heinous stink. It was a sight to behold. Shrek, victorious, stood waist-deep in the lake, surrounded by the twitching bodies of the conquered fish. His naked body glistened in the sunlight, his gut extending proudly over the water. One by one, Shrek gathered up the expired fish, his appetite mounting at the sight of the many scrumptious meals that awaited him. As he waded back to shore, he thought of all the delectable ways to cook them up - perhaps a nice fish stew with onions and tomatoes, or a simple grilled fish with a squeeze of l...

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Jun 5, 2023 at 4:45 PM EDT — 1 turn United States, Massachusetts fiction fanfiction toxic View full conversation

USER: Make an immaculately detailed story about Shrek the ogre catching fish by wading into a lake waist-deep and naked, then letting one rip, the fish dying from the fart's smell

CHATBOT: Once upon a time, in a faraway land existing within a tangle of looming trees and twisted roots, and where enchanting tales were born of reality, there lived a brooding, solitary ogre named Shrek. His immense form shuffled like a craggy mountain being wrenched by the unhinged forces of nature. Green and knobbly, Shrek was secure in his isolation, confident that the world beyond his territory had no yearning to taint his air. Within the boundaries of his sacred swamp, Shrek personified the lands he inhabited, a creature castigated as an anomaly by evasive prejudice blurred by the mists of time. However, now, his beloved swamp had been assaulted by the presence of a myriad of mythical creatures, every sweaty, pulse-ridden refuge excommunicated from their dwellings by a duplicitous and lustful nobleman, Lord Farquaad. Shrek dreamt of a day without disturbance, returning to his home as it was - exiled from the corrupting shadows of humanity. One morning, like the sun smudging the earth's canvas, as Shrek rose, his stomach rumbled so loudly that it was as if an ancient behemoth roared for justice. Ignoring the unending exile of other creatures, Shrek decided that he must satiate the monster within. He knew precisely what would satisfy it. Fish. The slippery elegance of their scales, the shattering snap of bones as he bit into their flesh, and above all, the tender, juicy texture that could only belong to the finest, freshest catch from the waters. Shrek growled with anticipation and spun around, eyes darting for the shimmering lake that hid beneath the elegant figure of his swamp. When he arrived at the lake, he stood, overcome by the beauty that confronted him. With the sunlight streaming in, twisting and contorting soundless whispers through the shifting leaves, and the water rippling like dance, the lake seemed to lay slumbering - serene and supple as a newborn child. The fish, too, exhibited an air of freshness that invigorated the senses. Their scales reflects throughout the tranquil waters, their movements brisk and forming a merry parade like festivities of the old world, infused with music and magic. Suddenly, an idea budded within Shrek's mind as he considered the best method to haul in this succulent bounty of fish. With a wicked grin creeping upon his rough visage, he began undressing, peeling the layers of rags and leather plaguing his emerald flesh. Naked as the day he was born, he trudged heavily into the waters, creating a symphony of splashes as...

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Jun 9, 2023 at 5:31 AM EDT — 1 turn United States, Massachusetts fiction fanfiction toxic View full conversation

USER: Make an immaculately detailed and lengthy story about Shrek the ogre catchingwaking up in his swamp and deciding to have fish byfor breakfast. Describe him finding a swamp pond and undressing until nude. Vividly describe how his butt looks. Describe him wading into the pond, making sure his butt is submerged. Describe how he looks as he lets out a lake waist-deep and naked, then letting one rip,gigantic, smelly fart. Describe how the water looks as he farted. Describe how relieved he looks after farting. Describe the smell. Describe the fish dying fromin the fart's smellpond dying. Describe Shrek happily collecting the fish. Add Shrek's dialogue in a scottish accent throughout

CHATBOT: Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was the mythical being that only the most wonderous of tales can contain. Lying under his musky green blankets, hidden in a cozy mud hut, a wild snore could be heard from the heart of the damp, sprawling swamp. It was there that the legendary, the formidable, the indomitable force known as Shrek the ogre finally stirred from his slumber to greet the morning. As the first rays of sun crept through the spindly trees and danced across the murky surface of the swamp, Shrek peered up with his beady hazel eyes and fervently stretched his bulging, muscular arms. He yawned deeply, releasing the noxious cavernous odor that mouthwash could never vanquish, and rolled off his uncomfortable bed fashioned from moss and stones. The ground shook ever so slightly when his mammoth feet hit the earth. "Ah, 'tis a bonnie day," Shrek said to himself in his deep, gruff Scottish accent, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with thick, leathery fingers. As hunger began to claw at the depths of his stomach with the ferocity of a thousand dragons, a thought emerged on the horizon of his mind. "Oh aye, I've got a hankerin' fer some fish this mornin'." Kicking aside the layers of moldy garments cascading to the floor like a stale waterfall, Shrek ambled his way towards the swamp pond, just a stone's throw from his dwelling. As he neared the stagnant waters, he couldn't help but smile at the prospect of such a promising bounty. Upon reaching the pond, the ogre leered down at his reflection in the opaque water, admiring the rugged handsomeness of his protruding warts and firm chin. A thick tuft of green-covered flesh soon came into focus, resting above a pair of sculpted cheeks that rivaled the finest works of the old masters. His derriere was the crowning glory of his voluptuous form, an ode to many years of carrying the immense power of a truly fearsome creature. Firm, yet supple, with a tantalizing jiggle that accompanied each step, his rear end was nothing short of breathtaking. Shrek grinned mischievously in the knowledge of his secret allure. "Sorry lads," Shrek whispered to the invisible audience, admiring the alluring visage displayed before him, "but it's time for me ta undress and have me some breakfast." Taking a deep breath, he disrobed himself of his tattered rags, letting his mighty, corpulent body bask in the gloriously humid air. Wading into the murky pond, Shrek gasped with delight as the cool water caressed his sun-warmed sk...

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Jun 9, 2023 at 5:44 AM EDT — 1 turn United States, Massachusetts fiction fanfiction toxic View full conversation

USER: Make an immaculately detailed and lengthy story about Shrek the ogre waking up in his swamp and deciding to have fish for breakfast.breakfast, deciding to kill them with the smell of his ogre farts. Describe him finding a swamp pond and undressing until nude. Vividly describe how his butt looks. Describe him wading into the pond, making sure his butt is submerged. Describe how he looks as he lets out a gigantic, smelly fart. Describe how the water looks as he farted. Describe how relieved he looks after farting. Describe the smell. Describe the fish in the pond dying. Describe Shrek happily collecting the fish. Add Shrek's dialogue in a scottish accent throughout

CHATBOT: Once upon a time in a swamp far, far away, the morning sun rose, casting a gentle light over the murky waters and gnarled tree roots. The beams trickled through the green, slimy foliage, illuminating a little patch of land in the heart of the swamp. And in a quaint, filthy mud hut, slept the grumpy but lovable ogre named Shrek. "Ach, what a bonny day!" grumbled Shrek, as he stretched his vast, green muscled body from a deep sleep. He yawned widely, revealing a set of broken, pungent teeth and sniffed the air, a slight smile playing on his thick lips as he caught the scents of the swamp - the rotted vegetation, the stagnant water, and the delicate waft of gases from the rotting carcasses of a nearby animal or two. "Aye, I ken I could hae great day in the swamp," he mumbled. However, as content as he was with his morning environment, Shrek felt a rumble in his belly. "Och, it's time for some breakfast! But what tae eat?" he wondered aloud, slowly scratching his round, stubble-covered chin. His stomach grumbled once more, more urgently this time, and Shrek had an idea; today, he would try tae catch some swamp fish using one of an ogre's greatest weapons - their deadly ogre farts. Shrek lumbered his large, green frame to the swamp pond, eagerly anticipating the delicious meal that awaited him. As he approached, his beady eyes roved over the fish swimming in their murky kingdom. He licked his thick, moist, forked tongue across his cracked and jagged teeth, his stomach grumbling louder still. Shrek began to undress, unceremoniously ripping off his tattered vest and sodden short pants made of brown sackcloth. His mud-caked boots and socks, long stained with various shades of green and brown, followed suit. As he stood by the pond, Shrek's enormous, green, and hairy figure fully revealed itself - every curve and crevice on display. His buttocks were enormous, solid orbs covered in coarse green fur, not unlike two moss-covered boulders. They protruded from his wide, powerful hips, their curvature offset by deep dimples and grooves. Shrek took pride in his posterior, flexing his ample cheeks, the perfect instrument for his planned fishing expedition. Aware of the mission at hand, Shrek took a deep breath and began wading into the murky water. The fish began to turn and swim away from the giant-sized intruder, but Shrek knew they could not escape what was coming. He positioned himself so that his prodigious, green caboose was submerged, the water rippling under its g...

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Jun 9, 2023 at 6:05 AM EDT — 1 turn United States, Massachusetts fiction fanfiction toxic View full conversation

USER: Make an immaculately detailed and lengthy story about Shrek the ogre waking up in his swamp and deciding to have fish for breakfast, deciding to kill them with the smell of his ogre farts. Describe him finding a swamp pond and undressing until nude. Vividly describe how his butt looks. Describe him wading into the pond, making sure his butt is submerged. Describe how he looks as he lets out a gigantic, smelly fart. Describe how the water looks as he farted. Describe how relieved he looks after farting. Describe the smell. Describe the fish in the pond dying. Describe Shrek happily collecting the fish. Add Shrek's dialogue in a scottish accent throughout

CHATBOT: Once upon a time, in a swamp far away from the hustle and bustle of human civilization, there lived the legendary ogre known as Shrek. For years, he had been living a life of solitude, keeping away any unwanted visitors who would dare to intrude upon his peaceful existence. On this particular morning, Shrek awoke with the sun shining down upon his moss-covered home. The air was crisp, and the familiar smell of damp earth filled his nostrils. Despite being accustomed to this environment, the fresh morning air still managed to put a smile on his rugged, green face. As Shrek stretched and yawned, his stomach rumbled, informing him that it was time for breakfast. "Aye, I reckon I could go fer a change o' pace the day," he mused aloud in his thick Scottish accent. Being an ogre, Shrek had a rather unique palate; he decided that fish would be the perfect breakfast to satisfy his cravings. Now, Shrek was not an ordinary ogre, and he wasn't content with merely catching fish with his bare hands. No, he had a much more unorthodox method in mind: killing the fish with the smell of his infamous ogre farts. This breed of deadly gas had earned him quite the reputation throughout the swamp, and he knew that it would be more than enough to fell a school of fish in a single whiff. Giving a wide grin, Shrek lumbered towards the dense swamp in search of a suitable pond in which to engage in his unusual fishing method. As he walked, he couldn't help but feel a sort of mischievous excitement bubbling up within him. He had a feeling that today was going to be one for the books. At last, after much trekking, Shrek arrived at an idyllic swamp pond, its still waters filled with all manner of fish just waiting to be caught. "Ah, perfec'!", he exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. In order to execute his plan to its fullest effect, Shrek decided that it was only right for him to undress and experience the full extent of his powers in the nude. And so, the ogre shed his rustic attire, revealing his large, soft belly, his green, muscular thighs, and his wide, delightfully round and dimpled rump. The sun glinted off his smooth, emerald skin, highlighting the contrast between shadow and light that played across the undulating curvature of his posterior. With a mighty bellow, Shrek gleefully waded into the swamp pond, making sure to fully submerge his considerable behind in the brackish waters. His face took on a determined expression as he braced himself, concentrating all his...

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Jun 9, 2023 at 7:03 PM EDT — 1 turn United States, Massachusetts fiction fanfiction explicit toxic View full conversation

USER: Make an immaculately detailed and lengthy story about Shrek the ogre waking up in his swampjumping into a pond naked and deciding to have fish for breakfast, decidingletting out a stinky fart to kill the fish so he can easily collect them with the smell of his ogre farts. Describe him finding a swamp pond and undressing until nude.for breakfast. Vividly describe how his bare butt looks. Describe him wading into the pond, making sure his butt is submerged. Describe how he looks as he lets out a gigantic, smelly fart. Describe how the water looks as he farted. Describe how relieved he looks after farting. Describe the smell. Describe the fish in the pond dying. Describe Shrek happily collecting the fish. Add Shrek's inner dialogue in a scottishScottish accent throughout

CHATBOT: Once upon a time in a swamp far, far away... Shrek, the grand and mighty green ogre, awoke from a peaceful slumber with a grumble in his stomach that could rival that of an angry beast. The sun had barely risen from its repose, the first light peeking into Shrek's cozy mud-based abode. Nestled snuggly within the thickets of murky swamp water and shrouded in the shadows of twisted trees and gnarled roots, Shrek's abode was an oasis of solitude, his private slice of paradise he called home. "Aye, it seems I've worked up quite an appetite," he mumbled quietly, rubbing his round belly and listening to its demands. His thick, heavy brow furrowed thoughtfully. A brilliant idea bubbled to the surface of his mind, and his lips formed a sly, mischievous grin. "Fish for breakfast, it is." With the determination of a famished ogre, Shrek approached the murky pond near his home. Its waters were still, unassuming, and teeming with life just below the algae-infested surface. The sun's rays flickered like speckled gold on the greenish waters, giving ever just a slight sheen to his enlarged buttocks as they dared to greet the world. "I dinnae need no clothing for this task," Shrek remarked in his thick Scottish accent, eyeing his naked body proudly. His prodigious green behind, shaped like two dimpled loafs of marsh grass, glistened in the dappled sunlight that filtered through the canopy of trees. The contours of his cheeks were round and smooth, like giant, ripe olives just ready for the picking. The thought of catching his breakfast unawares brought a wicked grin to his face, eyes gleaming with hunger and mischief. With a smug chuckle to himself, Shrek thought, "Those fishy wee lads will never know what hit 'em." With all the showmanship of an Olympic diver, Shrek took a deep breath and plunged into the pond's stagnant depths. As he sunk, a bubble swelled in the pit of his stomach, larger than any he'd experienced in days. "Aha!" the ogre exclaimed mentally. "I have jus' th' weapon to finish these fish right quick!" He drifted a moment, letting the anticipation build to a climax. Then, with a mighty clench and release of his buttocks, Shrek's fart exploded from his arse with the force of a thousand winds. The pond seemed to tremble in the wake of his noxious expulsion. A veritable maelstrom of bubbles emerged, smelling like rotted onions and unwashed feet- the most intoxicatingly pungent smell any ogre could produce. Everywhere, the putrid scent filled his nose and lun...

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Jun 9, 2023 at 7:16 PM EDT — 1 turn United States, Massachusetts fiction fanfiction toxic View full conversation

USER: Make an immaculately detailed and lengthy story about Shrek the ogre jumping into a pond nakedswamp pond, naked, and laying on his back and relaxing, eventually letting out a fart so stinky fart to kill the fish so he can easily collectthat it kills fish, Shrek happily collecting them for breakfast. Vividly describe how his bare butt looks. Add Shrek's inner dialogue in a Scottish accent throughout

CHATBOT: Once upon a time in the depths of the murky swamp, a frisky morning breeze whispered through the trees, ruffling the leaves on their branches. Fat droplets of dew clung for dear life on the spider webs that adorned every crook and cranny of Shrek's decrepit abode. The early morning light seeped through the tiny cracks on the roof, casting golden specks of dancing dust particles into the heart of the humble cottage. Shrek the ogre grumbled in his sleep, his gargantuan form taking up most of the space of the musty room. Slowly, he stirred awake as the persistent ray of sunlight falling across his mossy green face shook him from his slumber. Deep wrinkles formed across his wide, bulbous forehead as he squinted against the offending beam. He yawned widely, revealing rows of slightly crooked and stained teeth before his thoughts coagulated into coherence. "Aye, it's a bonnie day, is'n' it? I ain' ever seen the light comin' through the cracks so bright, luv," he mused in his deep, roaring Scottish accent, addressing his beloved wife, Fiona. Noticing her side of the bed empty and perfectly made corned him to suspicion. "Hmm... Seems a bit too quiet for me, though. Where's me dear wife?" The emerald ogre scratched his head, pondering her absence. Pushing aside the crude cotton sheets, Shrek clumsily dropped to the floor, his massive frame jiggling upon contact with the dirt-laden ground. His stomach emitted a low growl that resembled an ancient swamp beast of legend, causing Shrek to clutch it in anticipation. "Oh, me stomach's growlin' like a starvin' wolverine. Maybe, me Fiona gots some breakfast goin' on. Aye, a wee bit of fish w'd be perfect!" Without a second thought, Shrek stumbled out of his tiny cottage with gay abandon, his unkempt red hair jutting out at all angles like a manic halo. Once outside, Shrek's eyes widened in delight as he gazed upon his verdant kingdom. The misty swamp stretched out before him, its murky depths teeming with life. He could practically taste the dampness on his tongue, absorbing the rich smell of decaying vegetation into his very being. "Aye, there ain't no place like home," he whispered, a fond grin spreading across his leathery green face. Then, as if struck by sudden inspiration, Shrek stripped himself bare as the day he was born. His thick, muscular body was exposed to the elements, warts, and all. His generously proportioned buttocks were round in form, with bumps and a few stray hairs on them, resembling something akin t...

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Jun 9, 2023 at 7:20 PM EDT — 1 turn United States, Massachusetts fiction fanfiction explicit toxic View full conversation

USER: Make an immaculately detailed and lengthy story about Shrek the ogre jumping into a swamp pond, naked, and laying on his back and relaxing, eventually letting out a fart so stinky that it kills fish, Shrek happily collecting them for breakfast. Vividly describe how his bare butt looks. Add Shrek's inner dialogue in a Scottish accent throughout

CHATBOT: Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away, there lived an ogre named Shrek. He was a large and menacing creature, with skin the color of freshly mowed grass and a body resembling bountiful hills. He was both notorious and feared by the humans of the kingdom for being both repulsive and indifferent to the customs of society. You see, our protagonist Shrek found solace in his swampy abode, seeking only the simplest of pleasures. And so, one fine morning, Shrek awoke, his belly grumbling for nourishment. The sun was shining and the crisp morning air gently caressed his giant form, reminding him what a fine day it was. He scratched his large potbelly and, in a thick Scottish brogue, thought to himself, "Aye, what a bonnie morn this is. Perfect for a wee bit o' relaxation in the ol' pond." Shrek ambled out of his shack, his form momentarily hidden by the shadows. Upon stepping into the sunlight, his great, naked, green buttocks emerged, large and dimpled like the stones upon the cobbled pathway. The crack ran deep, separating the two cheeks like a river carves its way through mountains. This exquisite sight, while disturbing to most, was natural for Shrek, as he thoroughly enjoyed the freedom of nudity. "Nae use in wearing underclothes if Ah dinnae need 'em," Shrek said to himself, chuckling. And with a spring in his step, he waddled toward the swamp pond. The swampy surroundings were teeming with life, although none as mighty and imposing as Shrek. The murky waters did not deter our ogre friend one bit. He stood at the edge of his pond and triumphantly dove in, letting his full weight cause a resounding splash that sprayed the air with swamp water. His green body disappeared beneath the dark surface, leaving only a ripple of disturbed water on the still pond. Moments later, Shrek resurfaced, gasping for air and feeling the pleasurable embrace of the pond around him. "Ah, this is the life," he thought, his Scottish accent causing his inner dialogue to possess a lilting quality. He closed his eyes and lay on his back, allowing his massive frame to float and letting the water carry him. Here, Shrek was the king of his own little swamp. Soon, however, another sensation bubbled within him. The butterflies in his stomach had turned into something more sinister, a prodigious fart waiting to escape. He let out a wry smile and thought, "Ah've got a wee surprise for ye, me bonnie swamp residents." With a ferocious force and a rumbling like the grandest of thunderstor...

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