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One day, in a land far, far away, on a small bed of hay, there lay a man named 'J'. J was a nice young man, so nice in fact he'd roam the lands, in search for food for his dear old nan. Yes, he was a nice young man, but a man who had never entered the sandman. Poor man. Poor J, the nice young man on the bed of hay. He had been deprived his whole youth, to never know the truth, all he'd known was his nan with her one single tooth. Poor J, the man that they say, never had seen the light of day, poor old J.