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| Hi, boys and girls! Wowzers, do we have a relly neato show today! | |
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| That's right, Scooters. We're going to infect you with my latest version of Ebola. | |
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| Ebola-tastic! Will it still liquidate my internal organs into an infected goo that bursts out of my every orifice? | |
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| Well, of course, Scooters! That's a standard feature of Ebola... | |
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| I don't see how it could get any worser than that, Mr. Death!! | |
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| Can you say Oh, My Aching Balls? | |
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