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He'd just cut his beautiful assistant Glenda in half when his wife walked in.
'What are you up to now, Harold?'
'Just practising my art.'
She sighed and fetched a broom. 'I wish you'd find a new hobby, Harold. That's another corpse I'll have to take to the tip. And just look at the mess all over the new carpet.'
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