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| Married Autobot Chuck: Excuse me, has a little baby strolled through here recently. | |
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| Skiddish Chuck: No! I don't know anything! Please don't hurt me! | |
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| Married Autobot Chuck: Drat, I must be on the wrong track. Why would I hurt you? | |
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| Skiddish Chuck: Aren't you President Bush? | |
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| Married Autobot Chuck: What?! No! Fuck no! Why would you think that?! | |
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| Skiddish Chuck: Not Bush?! *Whew* I thought maybe he was coming after that quart of oil I bought yesterday. | |
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