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| Married Autobot Chuck: Gorgeous day, isn't it son?! | |
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| Mateo the Great: Affirmative father. UV rays seem at a record low this day from what I sense. There is one problem father... | |
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| Married Autobot Chuck: And what might that be big guy? | |
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| Mateo the Great: There appears to be a nanotyrannus awaiting your notice from the rear. | |
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| Chuckaluffa: My friend. I'm so glad you've returned. We never finished our 'chat', now did we. | |
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| Married Autobot Chuck: Bring it bitch! My wife could use a handbag and I've a hankerin' for soup, y'heard! | |
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