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| Hey, man, you know how to get to Jupiter, man? | |
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| Oh, ha ha. Like, Jupiter, Florida? Funny. | |
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| No, man, I've got a noodle sandstorm fiberglass monkey in the nearest popsicle, brother. Know what I mean? | |
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| Cool, man, cuz I thought I was gonna have to tickle your nugget gland with my lamppost turtle wax, Aunt Jemima-style. | |
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| You really did mean the planet, didn't you. | |
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