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One morning, when Neil Cavuto woke from troubled dreams, he found himself as usual, in his bed, still a horrible vermin. He lay on his butter-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his white belly, slightly domed and divided by lumps into jiggly sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His pale legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked.

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Is Cavuto an innie or an outie pork rectum?

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