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The next morning, Doctor Zbob was confronted with the magic telephone.
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| As long as I am imagining all this, I may as well wish to get out of here | |
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| No! That is the one thing you must not wish! | |
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| Oy vey. Pushy for a hallucination, aren't we? | |
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| If you wish to leave this place we are all doomed! | |
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| What's that? I think I hear a telephone ringing! Is it for me? I think so! | |
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