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| Go away, you smelly hobo. | |
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| Actually, I only look like a hobo. Well, and smell like one. In reality, I'm a magical genie!! Polish my knob and I'll grant you three wishes!! | |
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| Okay, I've polished your nob, tossed your salad, and taken your mustache ride. Now I tell you my three wishes, right? | |
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| Aren't you a little old to believe in genies? | |
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