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| Don't worry, Moo. I'll get us all out of hell. I have a plan. | |
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| ...Well, actually, I was going to find Jesus again and poke him with a big stick, but yeah, that'll do. | |
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| So until then... yippie-tay-yai-yay! hee hee! | |
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