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| "Thank you for flying with us today Dr. Wecht. We have you seated in front of the lavatory per your request" | |
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| "Dammit, I told Geragoat I'd need a LABORATORY" | |
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Meanwhile, back in San Diego, the ol' goat puts his plan into action.
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| "And you say one of them has a moustache?" | |
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| "Come to think of it, that guy Geragos does too." | |
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Once again, Geragos is geographically challenged.
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| "Ah, Mac...how about a little shrimp on the barbie? Have you seen that Steve Irwin fellow?" | |
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| "We're in A-ROOO-BA, not Australia you moron!" | |
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