Wukka wukka wukka wukka wukka wukka. No, I'm not doing a poor Fozzie Bear impression. I'm making the Pac-Man noise. You know, that sound the game made while everyone's favorite near-sphere ran roughshod over all two dimensions of the game board, beating the odds in the face of adversity and four ghosts who wanted, inexplicably, to eat him? What WERE those pellets anyway? Vicodin, maybe? That's why he wanted them so badly. Yeah. Pac-Man. We love him. We want to wear him around our necks.
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