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| I can't dance, but that's okay none of these people can either | |
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| Ay!!! Punk, you sweatin' my style!! | |
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| I suppose I'll just go downstairs, it can't be much more crowded than here... | |
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| I am robocomp5000, do you wish to dance? | |
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Bill attempts to make a flaming homer...
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| It's getting hot in here, we must take off all our clothes! | |
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| Why must every outting end in a mass murder? | |
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