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All right.
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This will be our truth rattle.
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Or not.
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All right. Um, so whoever's holding
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the truth baby has to tell the truth.
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And since Ben is conveniently holding our totem, Ben?
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Oh, for crying out loud, just spit it out.
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You can tell me anything.
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You're overbearing and rude,
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and I want my key and my baby back.
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No one was ever that truthful at fat camp.
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Mom, wait!