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| Mrs. Chuck: Amor, you okay? Why you here for mucho tiempo? I worried. | |
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| Married Autobot Chuck: ....c......corn........... ...hole.. | |
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| Married Autobot Chuck: Huh!? What? What?! What were we talking about? I'm sorry honey, I think I lost myself for a second. I suddenly have a hankerin' for a whole bowl of corn... ...flakes? | |
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