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Somewhere in Bumsville, Idaho...
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| Oh god... Someone threw me in the trash. I don't know who it was, or why, but here I am in the trash. Oh me oh my, what's a poor stick man to do!? | |
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| Hey look who's talking you self absorbed prick! Someone captured my life essence, and transferred it into this giant talking paper clip! How do you think I feel? | |
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Meanwhile... in McDoogletown, Missouri...
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| Bubble bubble toil and trouble. Fire burn and cauldron bubble! | |
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| It's a good thing we threw that stick man into the garbage can. Oh and when we switched the president's and a paper clip's life forces! Haha! | |
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In the meantime... in Madagascar, Mississippi...
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| Mr. President... I'm here to help you. You're co-workers tell me you haven't been feeling like yourself lately? | |
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| Why isn't this stack of paper clipping beneath me, as it usually does, and should? | |
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