| John: See if your father left the mail in the temporally oblique... |
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| Jack: Take a whiff. |
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| John: Combine the cakes to make a campfire. |
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| Tavros: Land already. |
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| WELL, WELL, WELL, WELL, WELL, WELL, WELL, WELL. WHAT HAVE WE HERE? |
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| John: Look to your new guide. |
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| JOHN FLAIL ABOUT IN A MANNERLY WAY FOR MY BIG LETTERS. |
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| AS A RESULT OF ALL THAT. THE BLUE WOBBLY THING. |
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| Dave: Stop being a wiseass and get some sun. |
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| John: Look at the other asshole. |
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| Roxy: Succumb to unfathomable bloodlust. |
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| Dave: Take sip of the first visible captchalogue card. |
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