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| Mom, you married Church Goat? | |
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| Yes, and he's adopting you. So now your name is Father Goat, and you have to call him "Daa-aa-aad." | |
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| What's wrong, Daa-aa-aad? | |
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| Your mom just got hit by a bus. So I'll be expecting you to pack your stuff and get out of the house. And yes, I've counted the silverware. | |
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| May I have some of your beans, Smelly Old Dan? | |
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| Nope. (burp) But I saw a dead rat next to your cardboard box -- I reckon it'll fry up good enough to suit you, Goat-Boy. | |
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