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| Hey, Bob! How come you're not a "hippie" anymore and helping us protest stuff? And stuff? Why, Bob, huh, Bob? Why? Huh? Bob? Bob? | |
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| Because I'm a living corpse now, Eddie. This is the suit they buried me in. This is the way the mortician made up my face. This was the look I had when I died. | |
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| But how come you're not buried anymore, Bob? How come you're walking around and stuff, huh, Bob, huh, Bob? Huh? Bob? Bob? Bob? | |
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| Because my parents made a wish on some ancient talisman, for me to be alive again and return to them. So I clawed my way up out of the grave-- | |
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| Wow, that's far-out, Bob. Got any spare change? | |
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| Uh...let me check... maybe they buried me with my lucky Kennedy half-dollar... | |
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