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Russ the Puppet and Ghost Trev have briefly escaped from the House of Banjo and are taking a well deserved drink down the pub
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| He took my strings..my beautiful strings...mine's a pint of cider Trev | |
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| I'm a bastard ghost...no money, mate...so mine's a lager, thanks. That MBB still has my skin he turned into a bunny costume...bastard | |
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Escaping MBB's has left them both a little fractious...
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| Don't say it's name, Trev....it'll hear and come down here..I can't take this anymore... | |
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| I'm a bastard ghost...no money, mate...so mine's a lager, thanks. That MBB still has my skin he turned into a bunny costume...bastard | |
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Too late...Nurse Banjo has honed in on their fear (and well known drinking habits)...
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| Hello boys..I like a good chase...and with the smell coming off both of you....mmmm....chaning your pants won't help... | |
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