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Following his E-Bay purchase, Chariman M'ow basks in his own grandiousity.
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| I will say to you now, my loyal and mangy servant, as I often do, that when the revolution comes, victory shall be mine! | |
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| That is an excellent catchphrase, Chairman! It strikes fear in to the hearts of the meak while also being so snappy that they will wish to quote it endlessly! | |
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| Yes. There is much wisdom in what you say, Henchmutt. So much so that I wish to stake Chariman M'ow's claim, and Chariman M'ow's alone, upon these words of power and marketability! | |
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| I will storm the patent office at once and demand a trademark... of doom!... in your name, Chairman! | |
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One trip to the patent office later:
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| Are my words of dread secured for posterity and commerce in the name of Chairman M'ow, loyal Henchmutt? | |
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| I fear not, Great Chairman! It appears that a toddler from Rhode Island and a black child from the suburbs... somewhere... have trademarked both parts of your catchphrase of death! | |
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