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So Bob decided to leave the city for his flatulent little house in Anytown...
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| Since I've lost my talent, I'm going back home to where people love me for who I am, not how I smell... | |
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| Yeah sure whatever kid. I aint got all day. The meter's gonna be runnin if you're planning a monolouge... | |
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Just as he stepped through the door of his home after his long journey, an amazing miracle happened...
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| What's this?! I can fart again! My gasseous talent has returned! | |
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| Did you learn anything in the big city, dearie? | |
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| Sure did! Home is where the fart is!!! | |
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