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In the mystical land of Iowa, long a peaceful place, trouble is brewing...
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| Prime Minister Silvisaurus! We're under attack! | |
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| My God, man! Who could possibly want to attack us? | |
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| Utah, sir! They want our rare okra supply! | |
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| That's the basis of our economy and food supply! | |
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| You do realize you look nothing like a Silvisaurus? | |
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| Well you don't look much like an herbivore yourself, mate! | |
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