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Little suspecting that the robot from the future might not be trustworthy, Bryce was lured into a web of intrigue...
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| Say, did I happen to hear you think that you'd like to impress George Lynch, guitarist for Dokken and The Lynch Mob after they broke up? | |
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| Yes. Anyway, I happen to know for a fact that George Lynch is really impressed by the US Army's secret bacteriological warfare division. | |
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And so the seeds of armageddon were sown on the rocky, infertile soil of Bryce's deserted brain.
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| *Sigh.* LOOK, MORON, JOIN THE ARMY AND GEORGE LYNCH WILL REJOIN DOKKEN! | |
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