All language subtitles for The Office Superfan s09e17 The Farm.eng

- Hold it!

- New glasses.

- Dwight, what a ridiculous,
fancy clown you are.

- I am dressed according to
the Schrute codes of mourning.

My aunt Shirley has died.

- Oh, Dwight, I'm so sorry.

Were you guys close?

- I would say
that she raised me,

but let's not kid each other--
I raised myself.

She was, however, the closest
thing I had to a mother.

My actual mother
was very cold and distant.

I'd say she was the closest
thing I had to an aunt.

- My condolences.
- Keep them.

- Okay. Now, what do we got
in these two pails?

- In keeping
with Schrute custom,

I will either invite you
to Saturday's funeral

by sprinkling red,
fertile dirt in your face,

or I will ask you
to keep a respectful distance

during my time of grief,

with a dusting of black,
slightly acidic soil.

- What color is it?
- It looks pretty black.

[spits]

- Yep.
Acidic, all right.

- [whispering]
Oh, thank God.

- Excuse me?

- Oh, I'm so sorry, Dwight.

And if you want me to be there,
of course I will go.

It's just... I have
a personal-training session.

- Okay, that's not--

- I get red dirt.

Nobody is getting red dirt.

I should've kept
my mouth shut.

We're not even that close.

I've only known Dwight
12 years.

12 years...

time is a son of a bitch.

- I'm sure--I'm sure
she's in a better place.

- [whispering]
I really hope so.

Okay, now this is crazy.

You can't make a dirtball--

- [crying] I miss her so much.
- Okay.

- You know?
- [sighs]

- Aah!

[cheerful music]

? ?

- ? There's
a bright golden haze ?

[guitar playing]
? On the meadow ?

? A bright golden haze
on the meadow ?

[engine rumbling]

Zeke's here.
- Zeke.

- Hey, Dwight.

Mose, Mom says hi.

- Hi to Mom.

- You going?
- Will there be ghosts there?

- You know
I can't say for sure.

- I better not risk it.

- [sighs]
both: Get in the sidecar.

- Get in the sidecar.

- You get in the sidecar.
- Get--

[engine rumbling]

What are you doing here?
- You invited me.

You threw the red dirt
in my face.

- Oh, yeah.
[chuckles]

[horn honking]
- Who is that?

- Jeb, my brother.

- You have a brother?
- Mm-hmm.

- I didn't really see
a better parking spot.

Oh!

Look what I did.
[chuckles]

[car door slams]
It's a rental.

[both grunting]

You want to go in?
- No, you do!

- You want to go in?
You want to go in?

I'll put you in there.
- Okay, I'll put you--

Here we go.
- Oh!

- Oh, no!
Oh, no!

- Uncle! Uncle! Uncle!
Uncle! Uncle! Oh!

- Oh, gosh.
- Hey, Moonface.

Nice to see those shiny
little Chinese eyes of yours.

- Who's this guy?

- Bad.
- Hi, all!

- Why are you here, Todd?

- Okay, let's get right to it,
I guess.

My name is Todd Packer,
and I am in recovery.

I'm working the steps.

I'm on step eight
of Alcoholics Anonymous,

step nine
of Narcotics Anonymous.

I'm here to make amends.

I've been hard to deal with
over the past years.

Kind of a jerk.
I know it.

I don't need you
to accept my apology,

but I'd love it if you did.

- Packer, we accept.

[all protesting]

- Actually, they have a
specific way I need to do this,

and I have to go
through examples of stuff.

Okay, uh, where to begin?

Hey...

Pam-Pam and her Pam-Pams.

Well, I have said
some crude things about those.

But they are beautiful,

and I guess
that's why I acted out.

Pam, I'm sorry
I objectified you

and personified your breasts.

Sorry, guys.

Oh, boy.

I have not been nice to you.

Phylly,

I'm sorry for the things
I said about your size

to your face,
behind your back,

and in the form of drawings.

Actually, that goes
to all you double-XLs.

Stanley, Kevin...

this kid in a few years.

- Todd,
you're just saying insults

in the form of an apology.

- Why can't I just be nice?

Truth is...

I really like you guys.
I really do.

Okay, the apology's
just half of it.

The big thing
is making amends,

and that's why
I brought these.

I went out
to the Steamtown Mall,

and I got you all cupcakes
from that place Nipples.

- Think it's called Nibbles.

- Ha. The mind sees
what it wants to, huh?

- Ohh...

- There you go.

- Hey, hey, guys.
Wait.

Before we accept
these cupcakes,

I think we need to have
a conversation privately

in the conference room.

- Don't eat the cupcake.

- [German accent]
We are here today...

to join this woman
and the ground.

Man is born of woman,

and his life
is full of turmoil.

- [chuckles]

It's crap soil.
Nothing's gonna grow here.

- It doesn't matter.
It's a cemetery.

- Yeah, well, I'm saying
it's garbage soil, that's all.

- Well, the only thing we're
planting here is dead bodies.

- That's fine, 'cause
they're not gonna grow, so...

- Well, thank God
they're not,

because we don't want
to make zombies.

- Good. I agree.
Don't worry about it.

You won't get any.

- Would the family care
to say something?

- You had black hair
and then gray hair.

- You were the aunt
to my cousins.

Most of your life,
you were 5'4".

At the end, you were 5'1".

- You drove a Volkswagen.

- They're a descriptive people.

- You were my sister.

The possessions that were yours
now fall to me.

And if today's open house
goes well, then...

Has everyone met
my realtor David?

Then I will be able to leave
this place in style.

Shirley, you've made me
very happy.

[chuckles]

- This is our family?

- That's exactly
the way I feel.

[whispering] I see
you started without me.

- You were late, so...
What am I supposed to do?

- Hi, Fannie.
- Hey.

- How are you?
- Who is that?

- Dwight's sister.
- Dwight has a sister?

- Yeah.

- She's beautiful.

- Blech.
[scoffs]

- Hello, little man.

I haven't seen you
in a few years.

Wha--what is this?
Oh, God.

- Just...
- What'd he--

Henry.
- Dwight.

- I see Esther's
back in town.

- Hi, Dwight.

- Hi, Esther.
Nice of you to come today.

- This was on the way.
We're going into town after.

I need yarn.

- Well, if you can snap
two chicken necks

with a single motion,

why use two motions
to slaughter those chickens?

[chuckles]

- We're at a funeral--there's
a funeral going on here.

- Okay.
- Okay.

- Anyone mention her height?
- Yep.

- Land size?

Shirley, at 1,600 acres,

you have the largest farm
in the area,

sharing borders
with six other farms

including my own farm
and your nephew Dwight's.

Okay.

- Good luck finding some yarn.
- Thank you.

- [clears throat]

Okay, you know, I'd like to say
something, um...

other than just facts.

Aunt Shirley, I have
so many wonderful memories

that I can draw from.

But the one that...

really comes to mind
is when you, uh--

[cell phone ringing]

When you taught me
how to ride a pony.

Remember that?
- Hello?

- Are you kidding me?
- It's my B-and-B guests.

- You were so patient
with me and so kind,

and just...
- Good.

- No one treated me like that.
- No. Oh, you know what?

I can see you right now, actually.

You're going
around the curve, right?

You held my hand
as we walked around--

- Look out
on the big green field.

You see me waving my arms?
- I mean, just...

- That's me.
Okay, no, no.

Okay, you're heading
in the wrong direction.

- I love you, Aunt Shirley.

- You want to turn around,
get onto Schrute Valley Road.

- You will be missed.
- No, it's not marked.

There's a sign
that says "Feces Street,"

but that's more
of a historical marker.

- Oh, my...
- No, that's the wrong way.

You're--
No, no.

Hello?
[sighs]

No bars.
- Oh.

- Huh.

Okay, you know what?
I need to wrap this up.

- Let's get it going.

- Would you want to do
the honors?

- Oh, right, uh...

You know, I-I don't think
we have to do this.

- We Schrutes don't need
some Harvard doctor

to tell us who's alive
and who's dead.

But there was an unlucky streak
of burying some heavy sleepers.

And when grave robbers
discovered some scratch marks

on the inside
of some of the coffins,

we decided to make sure
that our dead

were completely dead...

out of kindness.

- That's it for me.

- I don't think we should eat
Packer's cupcakes.

We can't give him
the satisfaction.

- I agree, even though
that place has a way

of making those cupcakes

so they're dense
but they're also really fluffy.

- We can't let him buy
our forgiveness with cupcakes.

He was awful to us.

And he still is.

How much is a cupcake, $2.50?

Is that the price
of our dignity?

- $3.75 a cupcake, actually,
$3.67 if you buy a dozen.

I never forget a number.

Names, in one ear
and out the other.

Places, nope.
Faces, that's rich.

But numbers...

I have a gift.

I guess that's why
I'm an accountant.

- Hey, man,
I don't think we met.

I'm Clark.
- Oh, I'm Todd.

Oh, sorry for calling you
a fat little runt earlier.

- You didn't actually say that.

- No?
- No.

- Wow.

I'm in this mode now

where I'm apologizing for
thoughts that are in my head.

- Hmm.
[forced chuckle]

- Hey.

I have a crazy feeling

that you are really
gonna like this.

- Maybe we should eat
the cupcakes.

Haven't we done enough
to Packer?

I mean, we sent him down
to Florida on a prank,

and you did fire him.

- I did.
I did, yes.

And it was purely political.
He did nothing wrong.

- Would any of you be saying
any of this

if the cupcakes were
from Supermart?

- Do they even
have a bakery anymore?

- They do.
It's awful.

And it's getting worse
every day.

- So it really is
just about the cupcakes.

- Wow, you're right.
It is just about the cupcakes.

- So we're all agreed--
no one touches those cupcakes?

- Okay.
- Okay.

Packer can go to hell.

- Fannie, how's Boston?

Seeing anyone in particular?
- Mm, no, not in a while.

- Getting any schtupe-schtupe
in the old kling-klon?

- Yes, yes, thank you so much.
Thank you for asking.

- Why don't we talk
about your worm farm, Private?

- Ooh.

After I left the army,

I bought a 9-acre worm farm
from a Californian.

Turns out, "worm" means
something else out there,

and I am now
in the business of...

pain management...

or the smoking
of pain management.

- I can't stand the fact
that Jeb is a pot farmer.

He could've grown anything,
anything in the world.

He used to talk about growing
a peanut-grape hybrid--

one plant, one sandwich.

I bet he could've done it, too.

- Okay, well,
I'm just a regular farmer.

- Mm.

- That's not at all what the
federal government would say.

- No.
- The "federal government"?

That's a big combination
of words.

- Ah, welcome.
You must be the Hoskins.

I'm glad you finally found
the place, come on.

Haskins, of course.
Yes, Haskins.

I have your reservation
right here.

- Is there some event
going on here?

- Oh, just a little
funeral reception.

- Maybe there's
another inn nearby.

- No, no, no, it's okay.
It's just finishing up.

Let's clear it up, everybody!
We're done! We're out of here!

[whistling]

- She was old.
It's no big deal.

- [chuckles awkwardly]

- I can offer you
the irrigation room upstairs

or the newly renovated
transportation-themed room

right out there.

- Listen, uh, what type
of feathers are in the pillows?

- I believe the duck
was a Christian,

if that's what you're asking.

- My husband is allergic
to goose down.

- So...

we need to make sure there's
no goose down in the pillows.

Zeke, empty all the pillows!

Here you are.

- And you did receive our fax
on our dietary restrictions?

- Yep.

- It's just a fatal allergy,
so we have to be extra careful.

- Uh-huh.

Enjoy your stay.

It's probably
just peanuts, right?

That's the new, trendy allergy.

- How is it that you're
in the hospitality business?

It's like you're actively
inhospitable to these people.

- When you're running a farm,
every little bit helps.

I'd hoped
that the bed-and-breakfast

would thrive.

I don't know.
Maybe it's the economy.

Or maybe the guests can sense
how much I hate them.

And if you're looking
for a getaway

that's near the Poconos
but not in them,

try Schrute Farms.

- Thank you for coming
to my funeral.

As I gaze
at life's big sunset,

I can't help but wonder
where it all went wrong.

You've all disappointed me
greatly.

Fannie, a single mama
in the city.

- Thank you.

- Jeb, a street pusher.

- Hmm, smart woman.

- We can't just sit by

and watch our family farm
disappear.

So here are my terms.

Dwight, Fannie, Jeb,

if you come back home,

I will leave you my farm.

But it has to be
all three of you.

Heinrich, if they agree,
you get nothing.

So there you have it.

- Is she crazy?
Dwight?

- Dwight? Buddy?
- No, no, no.

- Snap out of it.
[snapping fingers] Dwight.

- Let's do this.
Let's run Aunt Shirley's farm.

I'm in.
Boom!

- No, no, no.
I'm not moving back here.

Are you crazy?
- Of course you are.

- Look, I don't want to be mean
or, like, insulting.

I know
that you like it here.

But, Dwight, it's just that
farm life lacks a certain...

sort of sophistication...
- Oh, my God.

- That Cami and I
are drawn to.

And...
[sighs] I don't know.

The men are just--
[sighs]

It's almost like there's
a-a willing ignorance.

Yes, I--
Thank you for asking me.

I actually have written
a little bit of poetry.

That's crazy.

And I was recently published,
which is just--

Maybe I have--yep, I do.

Here it is, from the, um,
hartfordwomenslitquarterly.com.

[sighs] "A Willing Ignorance"
by Fannie Schrute.

[chuckles]

- Totally.
Yep.

The people here are like...
[blows raspberry]

[chuckles]
Like a fart.

You know what I'm saying?
Like a fart.

- You know what?
Let's take a couple of nights

and stay here and think
about Aunt Shirley's offer.

- Couple of nights
couldn't hurt.

- Oh, somehow I think
a couple of nights could hurt.

- You will say yes on one.
Five, four, three, two...

Get ready to say yes.
One!

Yes!
- Absolutely!

Growing up with Dwight
and Mose was not easy.

Uh, Dwight was obviously
the cool one,

and Mose was the visionary,

which left me
to be the comedian.

- That doesn't work on me...
- Okay.

- By the way.
That's not--

- Quatre, trois, deux, un.

Oui on un.
Oui, un!

- Very clever.
- Oui.

- Okay.
- Oui, mais oui.

- Oui, oui, oui.

- Oui.
- Oh, my goodness.

What do you think I should do?
- Play one of the 6s or the 9s.

- [chuckles]

Congratulations
on getting the farm.

Really happy for you kids.
- Yeah?

- But you're not gonna have any
more of them city comforts--

your yoga parties,
your bathhouses.

I'll tell you--the farm is
a hard place for a homosexual.

- I am a screaming
heterosexual.

[cork pops]
- Oh.

[object clatters]
Ha!

I just assumed--
that salon haircut, no wife,

and your choice to live
on a gay farm.

That's right.

Every last one of us...

gay as the moon.

- Wha--I thought you just said
that this wasn't a gay farm.

What--what are you
talking about?

- Never mind.

Okay, think, think,
think, think.

Here we go.

The soil's radioactive.

- Okay, that's great.

Considering your old age
and proximity to death,

you might want to save
some of your last words

for people who are actually
listening to you.

- Fair enough,
as long as you know,

if you take this farm from me,
I'm gonna kill you.

- Gulp.

So who's up for a farm tour?

Huh?

Oh, isn't this nice?
Gorgeous day, right?

- Mm-hmm.
- Oh, look, here is our well.

I believe
a young lady's first kiss

might've happened here,
or at a place just like it.

Ah, youth, it dances
in the brain, does it not?

[laughs]
- My God, what are you doing?

- Oh, what am I doing?

People underestimate
the power of nostalgia.

If baseball can use it

to get people to care
about that worthless sport,

then I can use it
to get my siblings

to care about the farm.

Nostalgia is truly one
of the great human weaknesses.

Second only to the neck.

- Can you tell us something
about what we're seeing?

- Oh, man, really?

Okay, this is a path or a road.
It's made of dirt.

We might widen it
at some point.

- Okay, for goodness' sake,
around this bend,

we actually have one
of the last natural oak forests

in the state.

- Weird.

What happened to all those...
gorgeous trees?

- They've all been cut down
or something.

- Darn it!
Gosh!

They all got chopped down!
- Yeah.

- Apparently, oak is fetching
quite a fair amount

on the market by poachers.

Well, who likes beets?

We do!
- Oh, my goodness.

- [scoffs]
That fence is falling apart.

- And if you lived here,

we could fix it together
as brothers.

- Why don't you just get Mose
to do it?

- Mose always builds the fences
around himself,

and I have to rip it down
to let him out.

- Hey, uh, I just want to say
I'm sorry for screwing you.

- I'm not sorry about it.

- I am.
It was my rock bottom.

- Kevin, you can do this.
- You don't know that.

- Kevin, um, let's think
of something to distract us.

Like the movie "Skyfall."

You loved the movie
"Skyfall," right?

- Mm-hmm.

- James Bond was a spy.

- Yes, he was a good spy.
- Yeah.

He was the best.

James Bond
would love this cupcake.

- Hey, you know what?

It was, uh...
great to see you all again.

Take care.

[door opens]

I am going through
a 12-step program.

I'm currently on step zero...

which is,
have a [bleep]load of fun.

I spent six hours

carefully removing
the frosting

and then layering in
a variety of drugs,

some legal, some not...

some laxative,
some constipating.

You don't fire the Packman...

and expect to get away
with it.

- Guys, I'm proud of us.

I think we did the right thing.

Hey!

- What, Pam?
- Wait!

- He's gone.
It's just a cupcake now.

- No, no! It's the principle
of the thing.

- Oh, my God.

I forgive him so much.

- [gagging]

- Whoa! Is he choking?
- Kevin?

- [coughing]

Oh, that was fantastic.

- Well, look at this--

a boy in the wilderness,
how picturesque.

- Nice to meet you.

[chuckles]

- All right,
let's continue, okay?

Okay, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Come here. I just got to talk
to you for one second.

Are you trying to put me
out of business?

- Are you sure
you're in business?

- Very funny.

The handshake, that gross
wilting of your limb--

it's disgusting.

People come here to have
gruff-farmer handshakes.

You understand?

They want handshakes like that,
they can go to the ballet.

- I shake hands fine.

- No, you do not
shake hands fine.

Here's how you shake hands.

Extend your hand to me, firmly.
Look me in the eye.

Now grasp my hand.
Squeeze it.

- I am.
- No, you're not.

Hurt me.
Do it.

- I don't--
I don't want to hurt you.

- No--
[grunts]

Squeeze it hard.
- Uncle Dwight!

- Squeeze it,
or it will kill you.

- What do I do?
- Kill it! Squeeze it!

Choke it!
- Dwight, no!

Are you okay?

What is wrong with you?
- Oh, relax.

It doesn't even have fangs.
[snake hissing]

- What are you doing?
[scoffs]

That's it, we're leaving,
first thing in the morning.

Unbelievable.

Watch out.

- That sucks, huh?

Game over on that one, right?
- Hey, no.

It's not over till--
- I can't stay here either.

I have a--I have a really
killer harvest this year.

I'm gonna make a lot of money.

I'm sorry, man.
I know you wanted the farm.

[insects chirping]

- [sighs]

[distant bird calling]

[goat bleats]

- Is that a guillotine?

- This? No.

That'd be cool, though.
It's for milking.

- That's a cow?

[milk splashing in bucket]

- Did you just ask me
if this was a cow?

- What are you doing now?

- Come here.
Come on.

[milk splashing in bucket]

Grab a teat with each hand.
Sit down.

[goat bleats]

There you go.
Squeeze from top to bottom.

Really pull,
use some muscle.

Draw the milk out.
All right, going all right?

- I don't know.

- Well, is the udder hot?
Is the milk clumpy?

- I don't know any of that.
- Okay, you suck at this.

Give me those teats.
[clears throat]

[sighs]

Didn't your father
teach you anything?

- I never met him.

Is it dangerous to take
the eggs in front of them?

- Yes, very,
you really need to stand back,

'cause these are
killer chickens.

- I was just asking you
something I didn't know.

- Which is fine,
and you learned something,

but it was
kind of a stupid question,

so you're gonna get
made fun of a little bit.

[clears throat]

- Are we gonna eat these today?
- If you want.

- Mom says there's nothing
as good as these farm eggs.

- She said that?

- Mm-hmm.

- Here I was,
appealing to her mind,

but nostalgia is buried
in the senses.

Just wait till my sister
gets a whiff of my eggs.

[chuckles]
And as for Jeb--

Yes, hello?

Uh, I would like to report
an illegal marijuana farm

in Northern California.

This is for the owner's
own good.

Mm-hmm.

And afterwards, I'd like to be
connected to the Pentagon

on an entirely
different matter,

about something
I saw in the sky.

- Good morning, Erin.

- Hey.

- Hey, everybody.

Um...
[clicks tongue]

I decided to eat
my cupcake.

I thought about it last night.

I talked to Jim,
I talked to my sister,

and I think that as long
as Todd Packer doesn't know,

it's okay.

- I don't care
what you do, Pam.

Just please stop making noise.
- Phyllis!

- Packer laced the cupcakes.

- No!

- Did you get diarrhea,
or were you stoned?

- Some of us got both.
- Oh, my God!

Is everyone okay?

- Last night,
I got out all of my old dolls

and played with them
on the living-room floor.

Then I ordered ten
American Girl outfits online.

It was thousands of dollars.

- Yeah, well, count
yourself lucky, Phyllis.

[whispering]
I got the toilet.

- Me too.

- I went Christmas caroling...
in March,

and I fertilized some bushes
along the way.

So not my best night.

But not my worst night.

- [sighs]
What did you do, Andy?

- Last night!

Oh, God, um...

I don't know.
Noth-nothing, really.

Kevin?
- Why would you ask me?

- I'm not--I'm not a--
I just--I don't know.

[both screaming]

Oh...

gosh, actually,
it is hard to recall.

Um, pretty normal night.

- My night
was just like that...

Yep.
- Okay.

[pants tearing]
- Meaning normal.

- Yeah, I didn't see you
last night at all.

- Nope,
I did not see you either.

[Kevin groans loudly]

- Wow. He is officially
the worst human being.

- Ah!

- But... Kevin, that's--

- Yeah, no, I understand, Pam.

I understand.

- No. Ohh.

- The scene
was incredible, John--

the biggest raid in years,

as police discovered
over six tons of marijuana.

The land has now been
confiscated,

and the fields will be burned.

[whisk swishing]

- Oh, good morning.
Didn't see you there.

And here we are,
just like every morning.

Have a seat.
- Thank you.

- Allow me.
[grunting]

And welcome.

I hope you'll like
the freshest farm eggs

you've ever imagined
in your life.

- Are those the eggs
I collected?

- Not relevant.

- You collected eggs?
- I got them this morning.

- Okay, he didn't really help.
He collected, like, four eggs.

- Five.
- Five is like four.

It's the same thing.

- Did you use the milk
that I milked?

- You squeezed, like, eight
pumps out of a goat.

Ah, Fannie, I remember
how much you liked bacon.

- Oh.
I liked ham, but...

I have ham--

cut into thin strips and
prepared in the style of bacon.

- What is this?
- White rice.

Ta-da.

- Hey, you know what's weird?

Um, I've been thinking

that being around this place
is kind of what it's all about.

I have decided to stay

and work on the family farm.

So...

180.

Let's farm this old slut...

of a farm.
[clears throat]

- Sounds like you and I are in.
- Yeah.

- Oh, too bad
about Fannie, though.

- Too bad.

- Unless...
- No.

- Eggs, bacon, biscuits,
and steak okay for you?

- That'll do.
- Oh, for God's sake.

- She could change her mind.
- Not gonna change my mind.

both: [droning] Yes...
- No.

Doesn't work on me, you guys.

- So that's it.
I just wanted to make amends.

- Wow.
- That's big of you, man.

Takes a lot of courage.

- Ooh.
Red velvet.

I should apologize, too.

- It's okay.

I'm over it.

[upbeat music]

? ?

- ? When we arrive,
sons and daughters... ?

- Ooh, this is
no nine-acre worm farm.

This is a beast.

Whoever's managing this thing
is gonna have a hell of a job.

- Mm-hmm.

- Not it.
- Not it.

- It.

If your kid doesn't put in
some farm time,

he's gonna
stay like that.

- [chuckles]
All right, fine.

- ? When we arrive,
sons and daughters ?

? We'll make our homes
on the water ?

? We'll build our walls
aluminum ?

all: ? When we arrive,
sons and daughters ?

? We'll make our homes
on the water ?

? We'll build our walls
aluminum ?

? We'll fill our mouths
with cinnamon ?

? Now ?

? ?

- So I forgot
about this old custom.

If a man is interested
in courting a woman,

he may throw the beaks
of a crow at her.

And then if she's interested
in accepting the courtship,

she has to destroy the beaks.

? ?

all: ? When we arrive,
sons and daughters ?

? We'll make our homes
on the water ?

? We'll build our walls
aluminum ?

? We'll fill our mouths
with cinnamon ?

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