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Zounds and forsooth! Our intrepid rapscallions doth dwell in the bosom of the Eocene, downy soft 49 million years before the common era!
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| Hey man, I'm glad to see you. And if the ability to move my arms was supported here, I'd give you a strapping yet manly hug. | |
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| Wasn't nothing, man. I got you into this so I had to get you out. Now let's get back to that Time Machine and chase down Hitler. | |
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| You realized I still had the keys, right? | |
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| Bingo. Otherwise you'd probably be lining the back of that cave right about now. | |
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