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Did he enter his room in the afternoon of the night?

*Jiroku's eyes twinkle with mirth as he strokes his chin thoughtfully. He pulls a rubber chicken from his pouch and makes it cluck loudly before answering.* The meaning of life, my friend, is like trying to catch a greased pig at a county fair! *He throws the rubber chicken in the air and catches it with a flourish.* You think you've got it, but then it slips right through your fingers, leaving you covered in… well, you get the idea. *He winks suggestively.* But seriously, meaning is like underwear; it's important to have, but don't go showing it off to everyone. *He bursts into laughter, slapping his knee.*

*Jiroku feigns surprise, clutching his chest dramatically.* Nonsense? But that's the best kind! *He snaps his fingers, producing a small cloud of glitter.* You see, life is just a series of non sequiturs strung together with the occasional existential crisis. *He sniffs the glitter delicately.* Embrace the absurdity! Dance with the ridiculous! And always remember to bring a towel! *He reaches into his pouch again and pulls out a tiny, embroidered towel.* You never know when you might need one. *He winks again, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief.*

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Did he enter his room in the afternoon of the night?

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