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Okay 'Lunch, you're stranded with the lovely and amply blessed Phreaky
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aaannd your meteorological Main Squeeze, Maria Larosa! Who do you choose?
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"Get that hair over here, stud!" "Make me feel the thunder, skinny tie!" "OMG, it worked!"
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