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| Work, work, work. I build universes and Bob blows them up. A diety's work is never done. | |
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| Building a cosmos is a lot like formatting a computer hard drive. I just say "The Word" and "badda BING!" Physics does the rest | |
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| Hold up. Who in the blue blazes are you and why are you out here in the void? | |
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| I am the ghost of Loretta's World, blown up before it's time. I am here to haunt the new tooniverse and provide occasional plot exposition. | |
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| Oi Vey! And just exactly whose bright idea was this? | |
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| Union contract. Cartoon Character Local 248. I had a holdover clause. | |
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