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| Whut's up, Mr. Underhill? | |
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| Nuthin', nuthin. Just wunderin' whut to do tunight. | |
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| Maybe we could run on down to Uncle Unger's and sodomize his donkey like we dun last munth. | |
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| Yea, we could do it with one of those things... Whatchucallit... Made of wax. You light the end to see in the dark... | |
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