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| Hello, quit looking at that paper I am trying to talk to you through my talking plastic box. | |
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| But I am a woman it is what I do in the desert. | |
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| Well we're in snowy Jesus land now so listen to me before I feast upon your offspring! | |
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| I like the cut of your jib, sir. Let's put your cereal into the garbage chute. | |
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| That is a good plan, but I'd much rather stand here by this windmill. I was born atop one of these you know. | |
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| I wish my glass wasn't filled with porcupine urine... | |
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