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| ...so they dropped me off here at San Lorenzo. Funny, Timmy was always working on Ice 9, not a smart bomb. | |
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| Ooo, that stuff turns all water into a solid at room tempurature, right? Hope that doesn't fall into the wrong hands... | |
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| Oops. Well, at least I'm made of silicon... | |
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Boom-chicka-boom-chicka- boomachicka-boom-boom...
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| Tiger got to hunt, Bird got to fly; Man got to sit and wonder, "Why, why, why?" ~ Tiger got to sleep, Bird got to land; Man got to tell himself he understand. Everybody! | |
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