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Laddie, the son of Lassie.
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| You have to go get help, Laddie! Terrorists have destroyed the city, and people are trapped in this building. | |
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He's one mean son of a bitch.
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| Get away from me you filthy butthole smelling beast. | |
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And he'll always find a bone to chew.
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| No, Laddie, don't attack the mutants! You don't know what kind of radiation poisoning you can get from their bones. Now go get help! | |
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| Hmm, I wonder if Timmy has some bones inside too. | |
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