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"I've been framed!" you cry, your electric blue fingertips clinging desperately to the edge of your cubicle. In a desperate ploy, you grab your head and pretend to have a spontaneous ice cream headache, hoping the authorities will take pity on you. How did they find out about your blue raspberry slush fund?! Was it the ritzy vibe of these blue half-rim shades you've been flashing all over town?! The blue-stained tongue? The sticky fingers? We can't be sure...
