Father Pumploaf toils on... |
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| My son. Obviously you have a great burden, having traveled so far from you native land. Please, speak freely... | |
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| Well, it all started in a smoky roadside dive outside of Birmingham... | |
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Sometimes it seems never ending! |
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| Jeezuz, can't I ever get a break here?!? | |
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| Father, I've done things, horrible things, with crustaceans... | |
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But, as always, Every Good Boy Deserves Fudge! |
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| Yes, I would most enjoy lunch in the Rector's Quarters...Will you be dining with me...? | |
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| Nice. This Youth Corp. stint is gonna kill me... | |
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