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| Oh, hello Travis. How are you this fine afternoon? | |
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| Fine, Glenn. Jello dart! Rolex's Dental Floss of Prismacolor Kiwi Moonshine! | |
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| Say, why do you always speak in complete, unintelligible gibberish? | |
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| Triangle babies! Albino road runner skipping on Mars with a pickled banana pepper in his face! You eat mokey bars and shit lottery tickets you imperialistic gila monster of the Bavarian Illuminati! | |
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| I think I'm gonna rip a pattented "Stinger McFly" fart on this fool.... | |
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