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There Dale sits, reading a magazine. Suddenly the telephone rings!
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The bathroom explodes into a veritable maelstrom of toilet paper, with Dale in the middle of it, his arms wind milling at incredible speeds! Will he make it in time?
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| Keep ringing! keep Ringing! | |
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Alas no, his valiant effort is in vain. The bell hath sounded. Thou must leave a message.
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| Dammit, I knew I should have held out until sheila called! | |
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