He knows there's floss in the house and he wants it. What am I to do? Nobody believes me when I tell them this stuff.
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- Goin' shoppin'
- Dr. Zhivago comes to my turf
- Do you feel lucky? Well, do you, punk?
- Great squirrel hunters, part 2.
- Great squirrel hunters, part 1.
- Yum....
- Faster than a speeding squirrel?
- This keeps me up at night
- I have no defense against this
- Sneaky....
- Suspicious....
- Don't likeitlikethat....
- A dog can dream, you know....
- Trouble brewing
- Looming over me...
- I doooo not like it......
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