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| Hello, sir, how have we ruined your life? | |
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| Fear not, flunky fellow, for fain I forswear your facility has not failed my faith. | |
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| I file a feud on behalf of my plaintiff, the (until recently) frequently fit and fair Philo T. "Phil" Farnsworth, IV. | |
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| Phil fell...on some felt...while fellating a flea at your fleamarket. The flea flew free. Phil fell ill--the flu. Now Phil's flustered and flat on his floor. Phil demands fiscal freedom...forever. | |
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