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| Farmer Bo! Please don't tell anyone you saw me out here! This isn't mine -- I found it in my closet and I'm just bringing it out to bury it! | |
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| What?! You're leaving me? | |
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| Skeletons in the closet, eh? Well, don't worry, lassie, I know how that is. I've been spraying these here corn stalks with poisonous chemicals since 1956! | |
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| Bo, dear, you left your canisters of cyanide out on the back porch! | |
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| Hmm. Seems like everybody's got something to hide except me and my donkey. | |
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| Speak for yourself, bowling ball head. | |
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