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| Depressed Stick Chuck: What the hell was that!?! I want to be a pile!! | |
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| Burrito Chuck: Stick it stickboy. I'm hungry. I gotta find something to eat. | |
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| Let's see. If I can convince porky here to devour me in a not so nice way, if memory of biology serves, he should eventually crap me out in pile form. Not the same pile, but close. | |
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| Burrito Chuck: Say, you there. Do you know where I can find the nearest Taco Bell? | |
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Maybe we shouldn't have come here after all... ...sorry folks.
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| Nancy: I just shit myself. | |
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