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Married Autobot Chuck feels it's time to head out.
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| Married Autobot Chuck: I just want to get back to my wife & kiddo. It's probably better if I just leave my psyche locked away as it should be. This is just disturbing. | |
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Transitional crap, sorry.
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| Married Autobot Chuck: There's some things no one should know about themself I guess. | |
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| Ultra Smooth Chuck: What the hell just happened here? | |
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Let the good times roll...
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| Married Autobot Chuck: Forgive me. I, uh, don't I know you? | |
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| Ultra Smooth Chuck: Well sure! I'm the Chuck that got us together with that fine little Mrs. Am I the shit or what? | |
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