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| Oh Saddam! Come out, Doc. We've got your boys' bodies in the fridge here. Come and pick them up! | |
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| Oh Mr. Bunny, thanks for telling me. Where are my boys? | |
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| All right, hold it right there, Hussein. Your's under arrest. | |
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| What a maroon. I can't believe he fell for that. | |
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