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biped 
Mr. Wonderful
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| I have to get the hymnals ready for tonight's church service. | |
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| Hymnals... ready... tonight's... church service... gngogh... | |
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| Father O'Mallard, I HATE my dumb old clone. He's driving me CRAZY! | |
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| I'm sorry you feel that way, Billy. Even now, I am in the process of creating ten thousand more of them. | |
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| Grandma, I HATE my clone, and Father O'Mallard is gonna make TEN THOUSAND MORE of 'em! | |
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| Then kill him, Billy. That's the only truly effective way to stop him. | |
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| I have to sweep out the rectory today. And, uh... kill Father O'Mallard. | |
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| Kill... Father... O'Mallard... glubgh... *drool* | |
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| Kill... Father... O'Mallard... *poot* | |
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| Kill... Father... O'Mallard... | |
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| No, Billy, NO!!! I'll give you ONE BILLION DOLLARS!!! | |
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| You're welcome to count it. It's ALL YOURS, Billy... a BILLION DOLLARS... just for not killing me. | |
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| A... Billy... dollars... for count me... not kill welcome... *frrrt* | |
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| BILLY! What are YOU doing here? I just left you at the BANK! | |
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| That wasn't me, Father. It must've been my dumb old clone. | |
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| "This just in -- billionaire clone wins national lottery. Jackpot -- another billion dollars." | |
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| DARN IT! I HATE that stupid clone -- and I HATE FATHER O'MALLARD! | |
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| I have to paint the confessional today. And, uh... roast myself alive. | |
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| Roast... self... alive... gngogh... | |
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| No!!! NO!!! The CROWNING GLORY of my SCIENTIFIC ACHIEVEMENTS -- INCINERATED!!! | |
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| Smell that nauseating stench of roasted human flesh, everyone? That's Billy's fault. He's the world's most horrible altar boy. | |
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| Don't listen to him, everyone! He's a really, really bad priest! | |
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| Billy, I'm initiating the mass cloning procedure tomorrow. I hope you won't try anything... foolish. | |
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| I'll cremate them all, Father O'Mallard. I swear, if it takes me fifty years -- they'll all be roasted alive. | |
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| Well, that's the last one. | |
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| Billy... I've been donating the roasted flesh of your victims to the poor. They've been feasting upon it for years. | |
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| Really? I've been giving it to your mom, and she's been feeding it to you. | |
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Legend, oh legend, the third wheel legend...always in the way.
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