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| That's funny. I coulda sworn I left my rotor turbines right here. | |
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| Sorry, Gramps. I'm afraid I ate them. It seems I'm always hungry and I will eat anything near me. | |
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| Dagnabit! This has gotta stop! I'll lock up everything in the shed so you can't get at it. Now you'll just have to wait til I feed ya. | |
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| Why thank you, you do look mighty appetizing. | |
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| Why?! Why must everything taste like chicken? | |
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