On the acquisition of six packs.

So I'm on my laptop, noodling on the internet, as is often the way of the Suicide Zombie, when I hear Clinton come back from inside from shaving his head, (which he does outside so that he doesn't have to clean up his hair clippings).

"Hey, Beth!" I hear from the other room.

"What?"

"Check out my six pack!"

When I turn away from the computer, this is what I see:

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