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Let's play.
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Yes!
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The Meatgrinder is about to grind up a whale.
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Hold up, I got to metal-detect you.
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All right, you're good. Go on in.
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Look. I love Misty Gish, but she's not ready to sing lead.
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Dottie Minerva is a star,
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and it's time for that star to shine.
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Girls being girls being girls being girls...
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Oh, my God, oh, my God... you're even worse than Misty Gish.
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Gene, I could give it a try.
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Girl Number Three, you're a backup singer.