“Well, sir, if you have to ask, then... You're not.”

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Something that's never bothered me until now.

Me too! Where are all the baby pigeons?

Happiness. I've started to wonder if I'm happy.

Well, sir, if you have to ask, then... You're not.

It's like when a pig says,

"If I can communicate with you telepathically, do I have a soul?"

And then you're like, "No. Duh! Into the slaughtering chute!"

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