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We back, chilluns! So will Big Head go to the bar, or will the heffa be stayin' home and cleanin' out the fridge?
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| I hope my Gertrude trick works! | |
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| Gertrude? I don't know any Gertrude! I... I... | |
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Big Head be creatin' some tension an' confusion up in huh mama head... perfec', y'all!
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| Of course you do! How could you forget your own uh... your own... | |
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| Your own GERBIL! Your precious baby gerbil! Mother... are you feeling okay? You can't even remember your gerbil... | |
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| I... uh... I... fuckity fuck. Okay... go to the bar. Mother's going to go hump someone's leg and piss on a fire hydrant. | |
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