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"Bugs Mr. Rico! Zillions of 'em!"
Conditions are right to produce swarms of these buggers. The real test would have been an Aesopian ant-grasshopper thing; are you prepared to have your crop stripped clean overnight? Did you work enought to have some surplus stored? In this case though, they're just creepy and delicious roasted.
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The party's over ... the drink ... and the luck ... ran out.
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