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| Bloody 'ell, how'd I get to Africa in the time it takes to show an ad for Fluorodent? | |
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| Do not question the will of the Powerful and Almighty Lord Joss. | |
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| Gor blimey, where'd you come from little girl? | |
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| I came from the staff meeting room above the stars. The Powerful and Almighty Lord Joss sent me to tell you to stop gabbering and go talk to that guy with the paper-bag over his head. | |
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| Wot, you mean that Colin Baker guy? | |
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| Holy piss in a toaster, no! Stay away from that guy. He's creepier than Acathla on a bad day. | |
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