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| Hi, Mr. Spankler. Do you need your lawn mowed or anything today? | |
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| Why, Peter Brady! I haven't seen you in a gerbil's age. Come on in, dear boy! | |
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| So, like, what are those long, shiny things over there? They look like big bottle rockets but there aren't any fuses on 'em. | |
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| Oh, the fuse is LIT, my dear Peter! And if you'll join me in my rumpus room, I'll show you how to see ALL the lovely fireworks! | |
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| Whew...gee, Mr. Spankler, that was super-intense. I didn't know you were an amateur chiropractor. | |
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| Heh-heh, yes, well, don't tell Mom and Dad. They may not approve of my little "vocation." | |
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