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| Hi-dee-ho, good neighbor Satan! | |
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| I could be huge if I wanted. | |
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| A-ho-ho, I'm sure there, Satan! | |
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| I could be big. Like a wrestler. Like with their big muscles. I'd be strong-looking for the ladies. Girls would want to date and kiss me. | |
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| Indeedy there, Satan. Y'know... I like you... a lot... wh- why doncha come over later? 'Bout sixish. Yah? | |
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| Yeh, we can stay up late and play Playstation! I'll bring Doritos! | |
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