Thursday, September 02, 2004

1373

I don't want to shoot you.
I want to be your parents.

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Oh no, not again!
Give me some more shots.
That's okay, son.
I'll go to... [transcript trails off]

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I'll chop you up into food!
And then you'll take me!
All right, stay on the stairs.
Stay in the sand.

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Where are the nerds.
Peh, peh, peh, peh, peh.

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Look at him, he owns that!
In the shade of a turtle.