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| Yes, you dastardly beast. Luckily for you, there is a remedy. | |
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| Well, me bucko, if'n ye think ye can cure it, be on with it, then. | |
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| Okay. I will prescribe this medication, and I'll have the nirse administer it. Please excuse me, the nurse will be here in a minute. | |
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| RAAARR!
NURSE TOBOR CORNHOLE! | |
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| Aaarr, it be about time. I got tired o' readin' this same copy of 'Parenting' from 1993. Aaarrr. | |
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