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Somewhere, in an alternate universe, on a planet very much like our own, but where Al Gore won the 2000 U.S. presidential election....
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| You can't be here for us, Mr. Reaper! With President Gore in office, we trees are safe! | |
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| Zounds, you flora are naive. I'm afraid Gore's talk of "environmental concern" is nothing but a front for his avarice. | |
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| Yikes! Say it ain't so, Death! We've been played like a dime-store kazoo with two broken strings! | |
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| God, you kids scare easy. Tell ya what I'll do, since I'm such a nice guy. I'm thirsty, so I'll pop off and get a Tab. But when I get back, y'all're goin' down like Archduke Franz Ferdinand. | |
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| Yeah, right... that pride will be his downfall! Alright, trees, let's move out! This place is gonna be a desert when he gets back! | |
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