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Papa Mutter tends to his beautiful lawn on a Sunday afternoon when suddenly...
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| I reckon this be the finest lawn in town I gots here... I sure hope nothin' bad happens to it | |
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...a suspicious character emerges yards away from him... He is not impressed.
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| What in the... Ohh... when I get mad... I jus' can't talk right... Ooooo... Ding Ding Polywog, Bleep Bleep Zing!!!! | |
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| Hey man... it's me... JC... get me down from this frickin' cross already! | |
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A fight seems imminent... *GASP*
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| Oh... thats it Jesus... I'm knockin' you out!... Flam-Bam, Jar of Jam, Jackie Chan, SCRAM!!!! | |
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