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| Edna, I've had my body surgically altered so that I can bear children. But not just ANY children, Edna...I'm going to have a litter of LITTLE BABY SQUIRRELS, and CHIPPER is the father. | |
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| But get THIS, Edna -- he never even TOUCHED me. It's going to be a VIRGIN BIRTH! Isn't that WONDERFUL? In Chipper's name, amen. | |
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| Let us never speak of this again. | |
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