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| UHhh... I should blow him with my photonic laser! | |
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As Wesley walked home he thought...
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| Why is he talking to himself? | |
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| I wish there was some way that I could get revenge at Billy the Bully. Boy, i gotta stop talking to myself. | |
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| Here RoboG, this is today's homework. | |
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| Gladly, master Wesley. How was your day, master? | |
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