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Another day at Monochrome Ranch...
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| I just run across a big red robot was complainin' about some swellin' in his big toe. | |
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| He was kinda excited though, on account of an old legend that says the swellin'll bring him a whole buncha little rocks. | |
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| So I says, "Them Tobor bunions ain't gonna generate gravel tons by themselves!" | |
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| Why don't you just shoot me? | |
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