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| Consarn it, Tobor, ya gotta quit turnin' all the bulls gay or we're never a-gonna have any more calves. | |
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| TOBOR CONFUSED. FARMER SAY BULLS FOR BREEDING PURPOSES. | |
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| Not YERS, ya lunkhead! Dang if you ain't the worst farmhand ever. Now git busy--I want them furrows dug 'n' planted by suppertime. | |
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| TOBOR HEAR RIGHT? FARMER WANT FURROWS DUG AND PLANTED? | |
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| RAAAAAAR!!! TOBOR PLOW BACK FORTY!!! THIS KIND OF FARMWORK FUN!!! | |
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