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| Greetings, man of the past! I am from the year 2003! | |
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| Crikey! Another city boy wanderin' around with no britches. | |
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| That's because pants can't go through the time machine. | |
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| But you're still wearin' them underpants, and that shirt, and them army boots. | |
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| OK, I took off my pants to let my knees breathe a little, and BAM I was back in 1901. | |
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| Should I shoot 'im now or wait 'til his back is turned? | |
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