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| Ally! You have to help me! Use those sheep-related powers that life in Scotland has undoubtedly bestowed upon you and make me not a sheep! | |
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| I don't know what you're talking about. Now go away, I have to write me an essay. | |
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| Dude, you're in Scotland. That means automatic powers over sheep, golf, and booze. I'm a sheep. Fix it! | |
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| I'm going to ignore your stereotyping ways, but only because you smell worse as a sheep than as a brother. Slightly. | |
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Next time: Kiby battles a Wizard?
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| Ew, maybe I was wrong about the smell. At least when you were a sheep I could knit you... | |
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