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A desperate Mr. Butch makes a trip to downtown...
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| Hello, Butch. Good to see you. | |
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| Hi Doc Ferguson... Listen, as you know, I like to eat poon. But lately, I've had a problem- | |
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| Yes, I see. Do you have insurance, Butch? | |
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| Insurance!? Hell no! What the fuck is this, Ferg!? A shakedown!? | |
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As Butch scrubs vigorously in the bathroom...
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| So... What did Dr. Ferguson prescribe? | |
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| Toilet paper, aspirin and some Grey Goose... Now you better check yo'self, television set, or I'm gonna get me some TiVO! | |
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