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| So you're the famous George Washington Carver, eh? I hope you don't mind me bringing you into what is, to you, "the future." | |
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| Why? Why did you summon me here, only to chain me to this wall...when there is yet so much for me to do? | |
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| Because I want to good-naturedly "roast" you in song-parody form, and for you to be my New Dad. Now, say "take it away, Biff-meister." | |
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| Take...take it away, B-Biff-meister. | |
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| You dork, you dork, your blunders abound. Your bra is up and your panties are down. The peanuts all hide when you're strollin' around. | |
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