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| - :Francine: I'm so confused, dawg.
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:Cyborg Stan: Stan, I've traveled back like a thousand years, man. We need to talk aboot the future.
:Stan: Why do you have an accent?
:Francine: Yeah, its like a mixture of Mexican and Canadian.
:Cyborg Stan: Oooh....yeah...yeah, uhm, America gets taken over by Mexico and Canada in like a hundred years or something.
:Stan: My God, a great nation, defeated by an army of gardeners and boring people.
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:Cyborg Stan: Ok Stan. In the future, all fighting happens very low because future armor protects everyone from the mid calf up. So Imma show you some kicks and punches that attack the ankles ...Ok so this is the move: Sweep low...chop low...swing low.
:Stan: Got it! You don't have to tell me twice. I remember it exactly: Chop low...Rob Lowe...Chad Lowe. Chop low...Rob Lowe...Chad Lowe. Chop low...Rob Lowe...Chad Lowe.
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:Cyborg Stan: We have to talk about our feelings, homies.
:Francine: I'm a married woman.
:Cyborg Stan: Yeah, you're married to me, heina.
:Francine: Oh...yeah, I...I guess.
:Cyborg Stan: I'm Stan. Just a more evolved Stan. A Stan who spent a thousand lonely years without you man, and realized you're the most important in the world, eh.
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