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The next evening, a family books into the motel room containing the imprisoned Genie of the Lemon...
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| Rub the lemon...rub the lemon...RUB THE LEMON! | |
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| Cool! Mutant fruit! Sure little lemon, I'll give you a rub. | |
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| I am the Genie of the Lemon! | |
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| Mom! The lemon in the bowl of fruit was talking to me and telling me to rub it so I rubbed it and now the lemon's released a genie who says he's called the Genie of the Lemon! | |
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