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Time for the mail, as read by Bob's faithful new secretary, Igor...
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| Dear Bob. Are you an Iranian? Why do you keep blowing up the world? Signed, "Singed." | |
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| Dear Singed. Sometimes when you're feeling a little down, a 50 kiliton explosion is the right thing to pick you up... | |
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| Dear Bob. When will Dave be appearing in the new strip. I LOVE Dave and want to have his babies. Cheers, Frank. | |
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| Dear Frank. Let's see how that ban on gay marriage works out, eh? Then we might bring back dave. | |
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| Dear Bob. Please post more at the SternShrine. We miss your wit and good taste. Regards, Mom. | |
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| Dear Mom. I am perfectly capable of creating plot points on my own. Go back to your knitting now... | |
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