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Punsilvania fights for it's freedom.
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| Today we fight for our existance. Rise up, extend your claws, and win one for the gipper. | |
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| Mr. President! The Punsilvanians are revolting! | |
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| I'm going to ignore that obvious punchline set up. The war no longer matters. I've been re-elected. | |
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So the Punsilvanians tasted the sweet nectar of victory.
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| Why don't you get comfortable while I put on some Marvin Gaye and break out some catnip. | |
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