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| Izzy, I have a secret I can't keep any longer. I'm your father. | |
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| What? No wait. That makes no sense. Wirthling just said he was my father. | |
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| You know that fascination with lubricants you have? You got that from me. | |
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| I don't know if I can take any more of this. Go and stand next to Wirthling and we'll sort this out. | |
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