I came across a herd of yagis one day while I was drilling for canola oil in the north land.
They formed a circle and started doing some kind of line dancing which is, I guess, some sort of defensive measure to keep wolves and lawyers from attacking them.
I joined right in and pretty soon they were all in awe of my leaps and pirouettes.
I took advantage of this lull in the fighting to make my escape by pretending to be a cliff diver.
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