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| But... Ah saw y' die! Doctor Phlatulent told me you was dead as a doornail! | |
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| That was our plan! We knew I couldn't win, so he injected me with a Neural Paralyzser to simulate my death. | |
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| Ah thought he gave y' Triox compound t' help you with the thin, Iraqi air! | |
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| You were in the meeting when we planned this! What were you doing all that time? Daydreaming? | |
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| *Somebody's* gotta be on guard for a terrorist pretzel attack! | |
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