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Bob and Cletus realize that there is a conspiracy to stop their illegal underground gambling business.
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| Bob, notwithstanding the fact that we look the same, Craig thinks I'm uglier than you | |
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| Not the time, Cletus. The evil conspirators are after "the pit." | |
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| I am quite envious that you can come up with a name that awesome for our gambling business. | |
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| Cletus! Do you not understand that our feeble business is threatened by "them"? | |
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And that, kids, is why you don't trust hobos
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| I commend your insight but I'm pretty sure that never happened | |
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| Right... It was a hobo that recounted the story... | |
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