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What if Crabby and Kramer joined minds in some perverse ritual possibly involving the sacrifice of a virgin to the dark lord?
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| Large mouthed man, would you like the join the secret society I have formed this very day to combat the plague of locusts that have infected my homeland. | |
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| I am afraid I cannot consort with you my friend for I am only in this room to ensure the linoleum is free of such staining agents as grass, blackcurrant juice and the blood of my father. | |
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| I empathise with you as I too have had to remove remnants of my father from a floor and used the BLEACH OF THE GODS to deal with such stubborn problems. | |
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| I shall now KER-TRANS-FORM like I have never done since the BLEACH OF THE GODS was last mentioned in my presence in 1940 during the war when I was serving in a dirty France hovel. | |
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| Decepticons! During the war I though none existed back then but clearly you were and therefore your business in France in 1940 must have been of the scurrilous type. | |
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| It is true I confess all as the nature of my business in France was to monopolise the wine industry but alas the whores were too much of a temptation and I left to study the way of the Samurai. | |
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