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| Married Autobot Chuck: Why so glum freakboy? You seem to be doing well. | |
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| Depressed Stick Chuck: I don't know. I guess life just didn't go the way I planned. | |
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| Married Autobot Chuck: So? Plans never work out. You should perk up, we're doing fine! | |
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| Depressed Stick Chuck: I just got this letter from your wife. Apparently every one of our peronalities can make her cum except me. | |
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| Married Autobot Chuck: Damnit. Does this mean I have to put up with you some more? | |
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| Depressed Stick Chuck: It also says the baby's not mine. | |
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