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| Boy, we needs to find them Mimes and shootem' in da head! | |
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| Sir, yes sir. There right over there, sir. | |
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| Damn. my instrument of death and destruction. We have been located. We must destroy the do-gooders! | |
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| move like Hogans Heroes. Make hands like kung-fu grip. | |
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| DIE YOU FILTHY STINKING MIME!!! (rattatatatat!!!) | |
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| Sticks and stones may break me bones, but words I will never say! Plus you stole that line from Charleton Heston. You DOLT! | |
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