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Do you know how hard it was for me to arrange this? Nice try, Dexter.
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Hello, this is the operator. Someone help! Someone is hurt here! The monkey's up in your bathtub? That's where he went. I'll send someone right up. I need help!
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Well done gang! I always say, let's say it together! Why put off today what you should be doing right now and won't have time for tomorrow?
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Shakti, no cheating. Now go refill the coke machine with some generic soda. There is only one way to bring in more customers. A practical, common sense way. Pray to the gods.
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I said one reason, not several heartfelt, rational, I-can-totally-see-what-you're-saying-impossible-to-argue-with-reasons-that-completely-make-sense.
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Rachel, if you don't eat something, you're going to disappear. Will you have one popiah? Sure, Aunty Nina. I'm absolutely starving.
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Greetings, future worshipper. I am the almighty Ganesha. I'm the bringer of luck and the remover of obstacles. And you, my friend, need help with both. Plus, I have six super-jacked arms and an unquenchable craving for candy.
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Awww yeah! This is a job for me!
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Meow! Leave that kitty alone, you skamek-scoo-jockey! And you smashed our wall, fool! I'mma take your security deposit out of your butt!
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It's safe to assume they didn't pull those out of any local pawn shop, which means two things. Strange was right about the Sanctum, and our night is just getting started.
