Graves: (off the Barber Chud walking waywardly down the street) What the hell is that?
Colonel Masters: Only the God damndest, ugliest barber I've ever seen.
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Graves: (off the Barber Chud walking waywardly down the street) What the hell is that?
Colonel Masters: Only the God damndest, ugliest barber I've ever seen.
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Bobby: So what'll it be?
C.H.U.D.s: Meat.
Bobby: Well we have a variety of stuff like that. Just look around and tell me what kind of meat you want.
[C.H.U.D.s confusedly looking around and seeing Bobby's name tag.]
C.H.U.D.s: Bobby.
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Bobby: So what'll it be?
C.H.U.D.s: Meat.
Bobby: Well we have a variety of stuff like that. Just look around and tell me what kind of meat you want.
[C.H.U.D.s confusedly looking around and seeing Bobby's name tag.]
C.H.U.D.s: Bobby.
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