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In his latest experiment, Professor Bleery has accidently turned himself into a fly.
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| This is all I need, a father who's an insect. | |
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| Gee, Princess...your mother used to call me that. | |
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Meanwhile, upstairs, back in Princess's bedroom...
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| Gee, I wonder what's taking her so long down there? I hope the professor is OK. What the...? | |
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| Actually, I'm a Vanlingle from the planet Mungo. I'm looking for your father, Professor Bleery. But there's no hurry, if you'd like to engage in some interstellar mating first? | |
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