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And I'm like Shut up you old pile of bark and he's like You're just a puffy little kitten and I'm all Oh so what are you? You're just a big stupid pun! And I start going Tree-ty, Tree-ty, Tree-ty and he gets all pissed and turns on Nafta and starts calling him a big rolled up newspaper and saying he could talk if he wanted to and yada yada yada.

Oh and it called me a chive! What's that about? It's like Come back here, chive! And it thought Nafta was a cigarette! And you should have heard the way it said trade treaty. When it found out Nafta was Nafta it was like Oh a trade treaty like it was painful for a peace treaty to even say that dreadful, dreadful word. What a dilliard. Where's Nafta going?
	Looks like... D'Agostino. No... Rite-Aid.

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