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Here we find Tracy.. Ernie's little sister. Let's she what she's up to!
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| Oh, great.. my big brother is at it again with his kitty litter campfires. Gawd, that's sick. And now I have to clean it up.. ugh.. | |
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| Bleh, this place smells like a frickin' cow farm.. meh.. sickening. Why is it always me that has to clean up his messes? | |
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| Oh.. h-hi there sis.. heh.. hehe.. yeah.. how've you been doin'? Hehe.. heh.. yeah.. yeah.. Sprinkles thinks y-you're pretty.. ehe.. heh.. | |
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| For crying out loud, Ernie.. you just stepped in a pile of burnt kitty litter! Watch where you're stepping! | |
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| T-That's okay.. w-we can clean 'em off.. ehhe.. heh.. let's go lick these messy s-shoes off.. eh Sprinkles? Heh.. yummy.. ehe.. *sigh* | |
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