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The heroes meet. Notice the fruity one on the left.
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| Matt Gooding, why am I, Doug, such a crybaby wuss? I suppose I should also mention that I am a tree-hugger. | |
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| I do not know, but you might notice that from my shirt I like Pac-Man. | |
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A cowboy and Jesus team up to take down the United States. Little does Matt Gooding know that they are the ALLIES of Doug.
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| We must kill the President for the rights of tree-huggers to smell bad and eat pee. | |
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| I agree, but I will tell you this through ESP. | |
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Oh, tis a sad day. (Dear government, I do not want to blow you up. Please don't kill me.)
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| I have tricked you, and I am now leaving the bomb scene. | |
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| I think your tree-hugger conspiracies are why you are a butt pirate. Good bye, Mr. President. | |
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