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| Sniff. Wonder what's doin' on TGIF... | |
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Mr. Butch approaches the very END OF EVERYTHING...
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| Don't know what I'll do without TV... Well, guess, this is it... the very edge of the Edge of the Universe... Holleee sloe-eyed mackerel! | |
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Mr. Butch drops a deuce when he sees what lies outside EXISTENCE...
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