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Deep in the heart of Spangler Central, the Phone of Litigation and Occasional Crank Calls Cause Hell It's A Free Country and I'll Harass You If I Want To bursts to life.
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| Ring a ling a ling boo bop ba diddly ring | |
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| Harv Spangler, attorney at law. You do the crime, we'll bust a rhyme. | |
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| Mr. Spangler? This is Harry Greaselicker. I find myself in a bit of trouble with the law and thought you could help. | |
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| No details over the phone. Come down to my office. 110 E. West Street. I'm in my parents' basement. Say 3:30? | |
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| Now to find my associate. | |
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