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Following the trail of the vicious animal-sodomizing Milton, the Marshall and his posse stop to question some of the locals.
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| Why yes, Marshall Wirthling -- Milton DID cornhole me, and half the flock! But that's not all! | |
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| Anything you can tell us would be a big help, sir. | |
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| It seems that "Milton" was only a disguise! After he was done with us, he tore off his mask, revealing that his body was -- well, it looked red and metallic! | |
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| Red and metallic, you say? Like a red robot? | |
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| Tobor, I'd like to ask you a few questions. | |
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| RARRR! TOBOR WOULD HAVE GOTTEN AWAY WITH IT, IF NOT FOR THOSE MEDDLING BIRDS! | |
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