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| No! Chicken, you can't leave me. | |
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| But I must, Clara. I am merely a wanderer who wishes to get a coop of my own, and settle down and raise a few hatchlings. | |
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| Please! I'll do anything for you! | |
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| Worry not, Clara. There shall be a Rotor Turbine and Graviton with your name on it in my book, "Confessions of a Teenage Hatchling." | |
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| What the fuck are you talking about? | |
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| Good question. Ask the smartass who makes the comics. | |
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