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Otis snoops and snoops until he sees this through a key hole that is attched to a door.
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| I am the owner of this establishment. My name: Mr. Owner! | |
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| Yeah, I know. We known eachother for 11 years. | |
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| Yes, well, are the plans to make all of America fat so they become food for me on my home planet of Kranuk ready yet? | |
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| Uh....no, not yet. I know we can hide the fact that we are ALIENS, but how can we get all of America fat in only a few short weeks? | |
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| Don't worry. We have been planning this for years. McDonalds, Burger King, and KFC are all in cahoots with me, THE KING OF ALIENS! | |
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