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| I'm confused. Are we going to invade the Earth, Mr. Stinky Butt? | |
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| He had to leave. I'm taking over for him in this panel. Hope that suits you. If not, tough Twinkies, fruitcake! | |
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| Okay, well... holy jizz turrets! I've turned into a coyote? | |
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| Sure, you always switch bodies with a coyote when you die. Now follow me... I'll take you to your grave. | |
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