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Use your immagination, folks.
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| Dear God, Roger! What are you doing in that parka?! It's like 100 degrees out here! | |
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| Oh, this? I lifted it from the Burlington Coat Factory... ain't no sale like a five finger discount! | |
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| Are you insane?! I'm hot just looking at you! | |
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| Yeah, lookin' at me makes all the ladies hot! But, I figure that if I can't escape the heat, I'm going to *beat* the heat. Do your worst, sunlight!!! | |
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| Roger, you're going to die from heat stro... | |
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