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| so then i say, "Elma, you ain't one of them shape shifting robot assassins, is you??" | |
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| she say, "no, who, me? no, heavens, no. goodness me, goodness no." but then she morphs into this robot, spits oil on my nuts and stomps away. damnednest thing, eh, Jean? | |
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