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| You're right, Supertramp, looks like rain! We can take shelter in that silo by this wheat field. Hurry! | |
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| Look at all this grain! I'm beginning to think we're in Kansas again! And what a curious looking half-naked scarecrow! | |
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| It's not a glorious job, although I must say I'm outstanding in my field! Could you help me down from here? | |
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| There, how's that? By the way, I'm Dorothy, and my dog Supertramp and I are going to see the Retard of Oz! | |
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| Thanks, Dorothy! Say, maybe the Retard of Oz can help me find my magical rockin' Stratocaster! | |
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