Time for some real Brotherhood-of-Man stuff.
You know why all men are, well, cousins, at least? Because, generally, your ancestors couldn't keep their pants on. Punch that horrible person over there, and you've hit your g'g'g'g'grandparent's descendant.
We're all made out of meat.
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