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| Listen, gotta go, "Colonel Sanders" just walked into my office. I mean that in the pluckiest way of course, Mr. Wilcock. OK, getting off. Good bye. Give my love to the missus. Bye. | |
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| Tom, can you get off the Playskool phone and start teaching your kindergarten class again, please? The kids are giving you a weird look and that is NOT a good thing. | |
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| Sorry, Mr. Wilcock. It's the Ritalin. | |
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