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Spike goes in search of a flower for the bee to pollinate
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| What the 'ell is a Christmas tree doing in the middle of Africa? | |
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| Hey there, sweet thang. How's about you decking my halls? Rowwwrr. | |
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| Gor, I'm not into that sort of kinky stuff anymore. Say, you wouldn't happen to know any flowers would you? | |
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| Touchy, touchy. What a waste of that fine undead bod. Well, I've got a flower you might say, and it wants to open up for yoooou. | |
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| Blimey, this tree sure wants trimming. | |
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| Lead the way, apple dumpling. | |
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