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It is very late at night, and Timmy's dad is sleeping peacefully...
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| Timmy's dad, I am the cybernetic ghost of christmas past from the future. | |
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| Holy crap! How did you get in here?? Didn't you see the cute little yield sign on the door?? | |
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| I did see it, and it was less than cute. Anyway, I'm here to show you where you'll end up if you keep up your taste for young boys. | |
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| Oh no! How does he know my reputation as the neighborhood pedophile?? | |
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T-dad suddenly embarks upon a vision of what will happen if his dirty ways persist...
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| That's right mister. I've got to say you're the worst I've ever seen down here. You should have cleaned up your act while you were alive, even though you couldn't resist those luscious little boys. | |
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