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| I wish I was back on strip one arguing with Farmer Chuck. | |
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| Alienated Chuckles: What's wrong? | |
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| Married Autobot Chuck: Huh? Oh, nothing. That is, if you want to consider homeboy you blasted being the one who snagged Mrs. Chuck and not me to be nothing. | |
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| Alienated Chuckles: Man, you're all sorts of twisted up. You need to talk to White Chocolate. I'll be back. | |
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| Married Autobot Chuck: They just come and go, don't they folks? | |
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| Alienated Chuckles: Don't go anywhere! | |
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