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| Gabba gabba hey! We're gonna rock the night away! | |
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| What are we doing here anyway, wirthling? All the chicks are scuds and I hate costume parties. I look like an idiot. | |
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| Quit your bitching, Obi. I had a cooler costume, but you didn't want to pair up and go as a donkey. | |
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| That's because you were so excited about going as the back end. | |
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| Don't be such a prude. No need to be afraid jus 'cause I'm a little smitten. Once you take a ride on the wirthling love rocket, you'll be dying to switch sides. | |
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| If I ever take a ride on the wirthling love rocket I'll follow it with a gasoline chaser and spend the rest of the night trying to swallow lit matches. | |
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