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| Those cretins lock me away and force me to make weapons of mass destruction. I cannot take it any more. We must escape. | |
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| How will we escape, Dad? Alas! We couldn't escape unless we could fly like birds. | |
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| Don't turn aside and brood, young man. We shall drive away in a car. | |
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| Dad, alas! How will we get through the deep woods? | |
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| Through my techno-wizardry, I control all the cars. They won't be able to follow us. | |
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| But do you control the stars? I fear the bitter mystery of fate conspires against us. | |
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