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| All right, Robot Hitler, you may have survive our last encounter...somehow...but this time, you and your innumerable horde of robot nazi's don't stand a chance! | |
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| What in the name of Horst Wessel are you talking about, you tiki faced idiot? Robot Hitler has never known defeat. It is you and your surly manservant who shall wither and fall before me. | |
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| Pete, it's no use. Although this is our second time meeting Robo Hitler, this is his first time meeting us. Time travel and all that. | |
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| Aw, man...wait a minute, are you telling me that when Hitler was ranting about us being old enemies, he wasn't entirely full of crap? | |
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| This sucks! Not only do I know even less about Thanksgiving now than I did when this series started, now I found out that my idiot friend accidentally made my worst enemy! | |
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| On the bright side, you didn't end up being called a manservant. I mean, do I look like I'd wipe your withered nutscack with a soapy washcloth? | |
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