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Deep in the meadows of the shire, lay a bibisi. Not just any bibisi, a Sprunki bibisi. Xhe laid on the luscious green grass of a riverbank, pondering a question. Completely oblivious to the world around xhim, xhe was too deep in xher head, longing for an answer to an eons old question. "What if Hitler...had a sprunki bibisi..."
 
Deep in the meadows of the shire, lay a bibisi. Not just any bibisi, a Sprunki bibisi. Xhe laid on the luscious green grass of a riverbank, pondering a question. Completely oblivious to the world around xhim, xhe was too deep in xher head, longing for an answer to an eons old question. "What if Hitler...had a sprunki bibisi..."
This is quoted verbatim in Mein Kampf.
 
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