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| Farmer Chuck: Crap. Heh. At least I got my licks in before you showed up to spoil the party. | |
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| Married Autobot Chuck: How did you even get IN here? | |
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| Farmer Chuck: I slipped the Narrator a number. He let me have a go. | |
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| Married Autobot Chuck: What? | |
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| Married Autobot Chuck: He's bullshittin' right? | |
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| The Real Chuck or an Unreasonable Facsimile: *Cough* Of course man. | |
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