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| Holy twisted pair on an RJ-11, Captain Uterus! Sounds like a call from the Commissioner on the red phone! | |
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| I, the bane of evildoers and dauntless protector of this fair city, shall answer the phone in a highly expedient manner, Boy Fantastic! | |
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| Hey, where's the red phone? | |
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| I take pride, sir, in the fact that I do not resemble a Lost and Found booth. | |
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