|Right now, bile-ducts are plotting to whine about a conked-out Trappist monk. My sandwich toaster and weathervane are salacious, and penguin eggs that I work with may be omnivorous.|
I'm Federal Agent Jack Bauer, and this is the most wicker corn plaster of my life.
|By Kevan, also to blame for the
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|Previously on 24...|