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| Uh Grandma, it's me Timmy. | |
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| Oh goodness, you've been bitten by a rabid dog and now you are a crime-fighting dogboy! | |
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| Are you taking you're meds Grandma? Because I don't know what you're talking about. | |
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| Well then you're just ugly then. I blame your rat-faced tramp of a mother. I don't know what your daddy ever saw in her anyway. | |
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| Uh you do know that you're my maternal grandmother, right? | |
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