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| God, it's my clone again. Maybe if I just don't say anything.... | |
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| Hey! Me! It's you! HAHAHAHAHA!!! | |
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| Oh, um, hi...how's it going? It's, uh, been...are you staring at my crotch?! | |
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| I'm just admiring my nice package, that's all. | |
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| Uh-oh, my crazy altered DNA's acting up again...stupid genetic tests. How's plutonium in my lungs gonna replace Viagra, huh?! | |
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