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Mid-afternoon at St. Lum's Retirement Villa: just after naptime but right before Jello Pudding Snacks . . .
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| We're Old Skool Lummies, kid. | |
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| Yeah, what he said, Old Skool. | |
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| A long time ago, we up and decided that no one would ever be as funny or interestin' as our kewl selves. So we KICKED 'EM ALL OUT! | |
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| Yeah, what he said, no mollycoddlin'! | |
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| A 'course, everyone ceptin' me an' SoylentFred here is DEAD now. BUT WE'RE STILL DERNED FUNNY AND YOU KNOW YOU WISH YOU WAS US! Right Fred? | |
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| Gotta go, UberZeke. My ride's here. | |
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