
Tuesday, December 10, 2002
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Transcription
Nick: Fred, why did you trash my apartment?
Fred: It was too clean. Fooker's was NEVER this sterile.
Nick: That's because he had no sense of personal hygiene. You have to clean this mess up.
Fred: No can do, round boy.
Fred: We live here now, and we require a level of decay and disarry to survive. After all, it WAS from Fooker's squalor I gained my sentience.
Nick: And I suppose MY health is of secondary concern?
Fred: You serve a purpose. You connect the cable modem to my computer.

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