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Mr. Wonderful
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| Remember that hit song, "Unbreak My Heart"? Well, I just wrote one called "Unrape My Dog." | |
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| Let's get into the studio, pronto. I think we've got another smash hit on our hands. | |
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| And the Grammy for "Song of the Year" goes to--Biff McGurk for "Unrape My Dog"! | |
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| Thanks, Tiffany. And thanks to all the fans who made "Unrape My Dog" a number-one hit. | |
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| Well, Biff? How does it feel to win a Grammy? | |
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| It feels great, Ed. I've never had a more satisfying butt plug. | |
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| Biff, you're so naturally even-tempered. I don't think I've ever seen you get unduly nervous or tense. | |
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| Well, I always try to remain calm and maintain an even keel in my life, Hubert. | |
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| Uh-huh. Well, I've just kidnapped your entire family. A timed explosive will wipe them all out if you don't pay me $100,000 by three o'clock. | |
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| "Stifle it, Archie! Stifle, stifle, STIFLE!" | |
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| Ha ha, Edith is turning the tables on Archie by telling him to--oops, three oh-five. | |
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| I just stole a bunch of luggage from the airport. Let's go through it and see what we can find. | |
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| Hmm...that's against the law, Dave. But since you're going to do it anyway, I might as well participate. | |
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| This inflatable dog-on-ball I found in that suitcase is awesome. I'm sure glad Dave stole all that luggage. | |
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| I see here that you once took part in an airport luggage theft. The penalty for that is an extra 50,000,000,000 years in purgatory. | |
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| Wow. And to think that inflatable dog-on-ball only lasted for a day and a half before it popped. | |
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| Sorry about your being stuck here in purgatory, Biff. I can't help but think it's partly my fault. | |
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| "Partly"? It's completely your fault, you motherfucking asshole. | |
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| Sorry Biff, but those blatant swear words just earned you a one-way ticket to Hell. | |
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| Well, you've been here for 10,000,000,000 years, Biff. How do you like it so far? | |
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| Well, to tell you the truth, the hot-poker assrapes took a few eons to get used to. | |
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| Well Biff, you finally made it through purgatory, with a detour in Hell, and into Paradise. How does it feel? | |
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| Oh man, it feels fan-fucking-tas-- | |
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100,000,000,000,000,000,000 years later...
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| It feels really... swell. | |
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--- Legend, oh legend, the third wheel legend...always in the way.
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