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Mr. Wonderful
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| Howard J. Green--THIS IS YOUR LIFE! | |
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| Please...not now. I have the runs. Really, really bad. | |
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| It's, err...dribbling down my legs. | |
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| See if you can recognize THIS voice! | |
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| Ever have that dream where you're at school in your underwear? | |
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| And you've skipped classes all semester, and it's final exam day? | |
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| No, I have never had that dream. | |
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| However, I shall now observe you having it. | |
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| Uhh...after you pull the pin on the grenade, you're supposed to throw it away. | |
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| Oh. I must've missed that step during training. | |
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| Uh-huh. Well,... you'd better report to the infirmary. | |
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| Because of my horrible injuries? | |
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| I can't reveal much about myself. Let's just say that I'm in the vanguard of artificial bovine intelligence. | |
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| What--you mean like talking cows or something? | |
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| Yes, it's called "Project Smart Cow", and--well, I really can't, uhh... just forget I mentioned it. | |
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| Fine. Anyway, I could never have sex with such an irresponsible blabbermouth. | |
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| Yeah, and these "smart cows"--huh? | |
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| Pa, where do babies come from? | |
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| Oh, all over, son. Milwaukee... Pittsburgh... Albuquerque... | |
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| No, Pa, I mean-- how did I get here? | |
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| OH! Well son, it was on account'a something me 'n' yer Maw done together. | |
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| Not sure what, though. We do a heap of things together. | |
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--- Legend, oh legend, the third wheel legend...always in the way.
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