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At the end of the night,
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Fender picks the best one,
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gives him a trophy and we release him out in the wild,
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none the wiser.
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Yeah. No harm, no foul. Hey, you're gonna do great.
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Just have a little subtlety when you pick your guy.
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Fender's a connoisseur.
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Yeah. Hey, and no mimes. It's a clich.
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Jacobson brought a mime.
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Exactly. And you don't see his shit here, anymore, do you?
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Congratulations.
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So how did it go? What happened today?