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Dave has a visitor in Tobacco jail.
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| I beg your pardon, would you happen to have some MARMITE? | |
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| Even if MARMITE was a REAL WORD, which it isn't, I am in freaking TOBACCO JAIL. Why would I have MARMITE? | |
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| Jeeze! You don't have to get huffy. I am making a culinary surprise for DRKODOS and I need some MARMITE! | |
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| Agggg! Could you make it ANY worse? I HATE DRKODOS and MARMITE is not a word! Why are you TORTURING me? | |
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| Wow. That guy is more tightly wrapped than the armature on a slot car motor. All I wanted was a little Marmite and instead, I get guff. | |
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| This is all some evil plot to make me start smoking. DRKODOS doesn't eat anyhow. He only smokes marajuana. Stupid Chef. | |
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