I love Barney. Posters of Barney are plastered all over my walls. Barney's merchandise clutters some of my rooms and is scattered around the house. I wake up to a home-cooked breakfast that Lord Barney prepares for me each morning. Sometimes a little dog collar or part of a child's teddy bear will be in the meat! During the day, I hold rituals to worship Barney by sacrificing children to him. During the evening, after dinner, I pray to Barney. When I lay down to sleep, clutching my life-sized Barney plush in my arms, I close my eyes and dream of Barney. At 3:46 AM, Barney comes into my room and whispers things in Latin for an hour. Then, when he is done, he kisses me goodnight and flies back out my window with Barney curtains. I love Barney, and you should too. Everyone should love Lord Barney, he is our Lord and savior. Sometimes, if I pray to Barney hard enough, he'll visit me and compliment me on how much of a good child I am, and remind me that if I stop praying to him he'll sacrifice me to benefit his

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