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| Mr! Mr! You gotta help me, there's this crazy guy! He thinks i'm something i'm not, he's gonna break my back if he carries on! He's gonna kill me! Please! Hide me! | |
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| Its o.k. get in my sack, no one will find you there. | |
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| Excuse me sir, have you seen my valiant silver steed! We must ride tonight! Ride! RIDE! | |
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