Of all the creatures great and small upon this earth, who would have thought, on first sight, that we humans are close relations to the fruit fly. The. Fruit. Fly. We don't even look the same. We don't wear the same clothes. Why as far as I know, and I'm no expert, the fruit fly goes around naked as the day it turned from egg to larvae to pupae to adult. They don't watch television, they don't post to the internet (or do they?), they don't read, they don't drive, they don't touch on with their myki, they don't go on reality shows (or do they?). They don't kick goals or hit centuries. They can't play the piano, and they certainly can't play the banjo. They don't kill, injure...
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