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You're gross!
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*Stop Lame-o, he'll never win*
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*because we're all here with our best friends*
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Oh, no!
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- We're all out of ammunition. - I got it!
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Kids, take out your space orbs in the goodie bag,
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and let's send King Lame-o to the forbidden zone.
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Yo! Oh, no. They shootin'!
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- What the... - Got him!
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*Kool Kidz, it's your birthday*
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*Tyler's awesome so happy birthday*
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Yo, I never should've let you idiots talk me into this.