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| The Canadians are invading, you say? | |
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| Yes, Mr. President. They've developed a new weapon. | |
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| What kind of weapon. A super-nuke? A mutant beaver? Celine Dion clones? | |
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| What's this cold, white stuff falling from the sky? | |
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| Those bastards have harnessed the power of the Canadian sun! | |
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