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| Hey there, Clyde, I overheard the farmer say that I'm going to be turned into nuggets, so I'm leaving town and saving my tail feathers! | |
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| Oh no! I'm gonna miss you when your gone, Cluck. But I guess it's for the behehest.. | |
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| I'm gonna miss you too, Clyde. Take care of my chicks, Barbara Sue and Bobby Joe for me. | |
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| Sure thing, Cluck, anything for a good pal. | |
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| See you soon, Cluck, take care! | |
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| Thank you and goodbye, Clyde, see you soon. | |
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