The ants are no more.
They have shifted off this mortal coil.
They are gone.
Every each last one of them perished.
Dead.
Goners.
Deceased.
Belly up.
Past away.
No longer of this Earth.
That is all.
A sad day.
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Your ants
Were pants
/by Sandra, aged 33
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