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| ...and now I'd like to do another song... | |
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| NO! No more of your songs! They're weak and depressing. No more of your sucky songs! Get off the stage. | |
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| Oh, crap. I guess I'd better handle this. | |
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| I think maybe you'd better deal with Frank first. | |
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| I'm sorry for that, folks, I just couldn't listen to any more, and you shouldn't have to either... | |
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| Coprophagia! Coprophagia! Mr. Milwaukee Organo Gold slickster eats SHIT! And he's IN MY HOUSE! | |
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