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| Sherman- Well, as a matter of fact, I am. So how did your little "meeting" with Butch go? Hee hee. Did yo- | |
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And, so, all's well that ends well. Sherman is lying crippled and unconscience on his bedroom floor, and Butch is a changed man, thanks to BMJ's charming personality and quick thinking.
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| Butch- *Sniff* No one's ever given me flowers before...I'm think going to go adopt a child and love him and pet him. | |
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