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“But why are the Terribles turning people mean?” he asked. “So that we fight. So that we argue. So that the world is a horrible place that we don't even want any more. I think they've started in Starkley, because it's so boring that hardly anyone ever comes here. They're testing things out and, if it works, I think they'll turn the whole world mean. And that's when they'll take over. When we're too mean to care.”

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Hamish and the Worldstoppers

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Danny Wallace
Danny Wallace

Danny Wallace is a British comedian, writer, and television presenter. He gained widespread popularity for his performances on the BBC comedy show 'The 11 O'Clock Show'. Wallace is known for his unique sense of humor and his distinctive observations of everyday life. more

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