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Time for a look at the roads from Traffic Ted in Chopper 1.
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They said I can be whoever I want. Look at all these pretty faces. If only you could see yourself.
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Yes. Would you like me to facilitate? That's why you built me. Virtual Reality Simulation terminated.
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Wow. That's your new lead. Another monster hunt. Do you have any idea how much trouble you've caused me?
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Surely, a talented herbologist like yourself would know how to subdue a cilial tree, unless your intentions were elsewhere.
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My pH level is 7.4, and with 3 parts per million of chlorine, I'm cleaner than your dad's plate after Thanksgiving dinner.
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Oh, quit posing, you big goof. Hey, didn't mean to ruffle your feathers. Ha ha, see what I did there?
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Make way for the trolls, won't leave a scratch.
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He said it wasn't him. He looked at me and said, so which one am I, Sacco or Vanzetti? And I said neither, because despite it all, they did nothing.
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That's right, Todd. Volunteers have been hard at work to ensure everything is ready for the ball drop at midnight.
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I don't know. I didn't see them. I was just sitting in the U-Bend thinking about death. And it fell through the top of my head.
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Your father dropped his pudding again. I told him to hold it by the bottom, but you know your father. Great, now the cat's eaten it.
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Listen carefully, Emily. You have a power unlike anything I've ever seen. That means someone will always want it. The only way to stay safe is to stay hidden.
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I write for the Daily Prophet? It's you we don't know. What quirks lurk beneath those rosy cheeks?
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Gosh, look around you. There's a whole civilization buried out there, and I barely dug one hole. But I could use a trip to the old research tent, once I get a few samples, I suppose.
