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High five, my kindred sister!
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That’s so beautiful! (Sob, sniff.)
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[Only one typo. Officer discretion permits me to overlook it under present circumstances. Cough, cough.]
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Stay out of this, you! Grrrrrrr.
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Grrrrrrrr. NEVER! Anti ’til I die!
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*cuts the piece of toast in half*
*puts the two halves together*
There, it’s a sandwich now! There’s no argument that it’s a sandwich now!
WHAT PART OF MAYONNAISE, AVOCADO, AND VEGEMITE DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND ARE NEVER TO BE PLACED IN FRONT OF RANDALL D RANDOLPH, AND CAN NEVER BE USED AS SANDWICH FIXIN’ FARE? GRRRRRRR.
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Grrrrrrr.
I would have to be loco in the coco to eat anything you prepared without first having a taste-tester try it out. You’ve been after me for years, so the guy you thought was me is really a cloned version that wolfed down your poisoned portion, and being a cyborg, is unharmed by it. Nice try, Eivvil Livvie. Grrrrrrr.
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