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Mr. Ziggy Zooga and Randy in...
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| Randy, I've brought you out into the desert far away from technology to tell you the truth about the events of Friday the 25th of Sepdectember 2001. | |
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| I'm not Randy. I'm tard boy. | |
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| You see the government is telling you a bunch of fibs. A bunch of lies and some slander slathered in counterfeit truth sprinkled in abominable tall tales. | |
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| Wait... or am I Finkelman? | |
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| But I don't know the truth, Randyman boy... or whatever. Together, though, we will find the truth. Because the truth is out there... melting jet beams with steel fuel. | |
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