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| Jesus Jon, calm down... don't you recognize me? Your ol' pal Bob? | |
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| Bob... is that really you? Jeez, the nuclear radiation wasn't so kind was it? | |
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| No... I guess not... son of a bitch... | |
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| Woo hoo!!! Who's gonna get all the chicks now, Bob?! Booya! | |
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| On the upside though, It also gave me enough tentacles to handle a harem. Speaking of which... | |
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