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| Doug, why do you always carry that cat around? | |
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| Mr. Maloonigans isn't just a cat, Gary! He's my life partner, good stuff! | |
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| Bah! Animals are meant to roam around in the wild! | |
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| Well, Mr. Maloonigans can't go outside on the account that's he's morbidly obese and suffering from feline diabetes. | |
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| It's probably from all that Coca Cola you make him drink. | |
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| The vet tried to tell me that same malarkey too! But I cut his throat for disparaging the good name of Coca Cola. There it is! | |
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