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| Bad news, Dad. Billy's propaganda campaign is killing these peace talks. He's spreading rumors around the neighborhood about my cooties and the bad way I treat my POWs. | |
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| And why am I once again forced to care? | |
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| You're my ambassador, and the neighbor kids trust you. I need you to assure them that my hostage is being treated well. Could you pwetty pweeease make an official inquiry and statement? | |
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| Hostage? What the... wait...That kid from the sleep-over? | |
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| I got a whole Hot Pocket! | |
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