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or, like, a weird splice-baby
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between him and that Crispix Glover dude?
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Oh, man. Time travel's confusing.
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Hey, yo, Troy. Meal card.
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First prize is ten G's. But better than that,
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all of America, and at least half the Orient,
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will know who I am.
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If you really wanna win this thing,
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you should get drunk hood rats
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beatin' the shit out of each other in front of a fast food joint.
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Knockouts get mad hits.
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Nah. I ain't aimin' to be the hood Bob Saget.