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| Come on in, Chuck. I'm not going to bite you... Well, unless you say "please". | |
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| You. You let her in here? Are you trying to get me iced? Why? | |
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Caught up in the rip currents of history, Chuck decides to go with the..flow.
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| Let's see, I should have condoms here... | |
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| Mmm, I love the smell of burning rubber. Oh, by the way, It's my time of the month... Oh, and we're gonna need the duck... | |
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