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| Linus, what are you doing in this deserted cemetery late at night? | |
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| I'm waiting for the Great TOBOR, Charlie Brown! | |
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| The Great TOBOR? Linus, have you been huffing your blanket? | |
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| No, No, Charlie Brown! Every year on November 8th, the Great TOBOR rises from the most sincere cemetery and cornholes all those waiting for him. | |
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| You're really fucked up, friend. | |
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| Oh, and who jacks off to pictures of the little red haired girl every night? | |
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