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| Uh... I don't know what you're talking about. I'm from the snacky-snack sweepstakes, you've won a lifetime delivery of Cool Ranch Doritos to your house! I'll bring 'em in. | |
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| Oh, gee, those "Cool Ranch Doritos" wouldn't happen to be intergalactic destructo-mines in disguise, would they? | |
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| It's a good thing he didn't offer Funyuns, or I might not have been able to resist. Oops... did I say that out loud? | |
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