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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!
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Good.
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What? First you throw me out,
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and now you lock me in?
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Make up your mind, Ben.
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Mom, please. Look,