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Full of hopelessness and despair, Travis decides to beach himself off the Florida Keys.
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| Sir you have to leave now, this beach is closed at night. | |
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| Someome help me get him back in the water! | |
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| Don't touch me you hippies!! | |
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Animal Control finally saves Travis and returns him to his preferred natural habitat in the Antarctic Ocean.
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| This is what happened to Willy. He tried to kill himself in a tank in beautiful Hawaii and they moved him here and he froze to death. Why are you looking at me like that? | |
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| That blowhole's looking pretty good right now. | |
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