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| Dr. Kaufman, I say to you now... KNOCK OFF ALL THAT EVIL! You're no match for my bionic crotch! | |
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| You're too late, Captain Jockstrap. The missile has been launched, and in twenty minutes London will be flatter than your head. | |
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| That's right, nitwit. Not much for you to do now, eh? | |
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