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| Wassup, dawg? Gotta cupa suga ye can spare a poor wigga like me? | |
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| I am a poor and confused goat...I know I must say "baa", but all that ever comes out is "moo". | |
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| I am only comfortable where my ass can sleep. Cheese no longer flatters me. "MOO." | |
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| I must leave you now, Father...Farewell! "MOO." | |
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