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| Hi there, son. Have you seen a blue blob composed primarily of some unknown substance wearing his antennae in a foppish manner whilst seeking some sort of refuge from my overpowering good looks? | |
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| You talk to much! Let's screw. | |
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| My power seems to be growing at a phenomenal rate... | |
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| So, are you gonna lay me out right here or what? | |
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| I've got to solve this quick. Before I do something illegal...I have to find Huzzah and get somewhere indoors, where I can somehow put a stop to my hold over men. | |
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| I'm longer than I look, Jack. Maybe I oughta lay YOU out... | |
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