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| It looks like you're sick and tired of cleaning up fallout, and would like to go to the big dance. How may I help? | |
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| Well, a talking paper clip can hardly help me. What I need is a fairy godmother. | |
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| Well, I can't get you one of those, but you can choose from among a fairy, a god, and your mother. Choose carefully! | |
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| Yeah, I'm a fairy, but not THAT kind. I'm a foot tall, and I fly through the air, so of course I'm a fairy. Pick me. | |
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Which one will she choose? Tune in tomorrow!
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| You should choose me. I am, after all, omnipotent. | |
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| I may be dead, but I'm still your mother. Pick me! | |
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