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| I think I just took a shit in this spacesuit. | |
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| Why the fuck are you wearing that? We're in Kansas! | |
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| Just in case a tornado picks me up and carries me ... WHOOOAAAA! ... to the moon. | |
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| Earthling, you landed on top of our second most wicked witch. You know what you must do now, don't you? | |
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| Follow the yellow brick road and meet all sorts of zany aliens who will accompany me to the wizard who will send me back home! Then I'll kill the most wicked witch of all. | |
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| Duuude, not even. Its the 80s, dick. What you did was wicked bogus. Grody to the max, lamer! Time to die, spaz. Word. | |
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