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brer_Abbott: Good morning!
Nice weather we're having this morning. |
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Online Host: *Tar-Baby didn't say
a word, and Brer Fox, he lay low* |
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brer_Abbott: How are you
feeling this morning? |
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brer_Fox: /me winks /me lay low |
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brer_Abbott: What is the
matter with you then? Are you deaf? Cause if you are I can holler louder. |
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Online Host: *Tar-Baby didn't say
a word, and Brer Fox, he lay low* |
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brer_Abbott: You're stuck-up,
that's what's wrong with you. You think you're too good to talk to me. And I'm going
to cure you, that's what I'm going to do. |
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Online Host: *Tar-Baby didn't say
a word* |
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brer_Fox: /me chuckles |
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brer_Abbott: I'm going to
teach you how to talk to respectable folks if it's my last act. If you don't take
off that hat and say howdy, I'm going to bust you wide open. |
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Online Host: *Tar-Baby didn't say
a word, and Brer Fox, he lay low* |
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brer_Abbott: That's it. /me punches |
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Online Host: *Brer Abbott is now
stuck in the tar, and Brer Fox, he lay low* |
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brer_Abbott: OH GOD I'VE LOST
THE USE OF MY HAND |
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brer_Fox: Howdy, Brer Abbott.
You look sort of stuck up this morning. Well, I expect I got you this time, Brer
Abbott. Maybe I don't, but I expect I do. You've been around here sassing after me a
mighty long time, but now it's the end. |
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brer_Fox: And then you're
always getting into something that's none of your business. Who asked you to come
and strike up a conversation with this Tar-Baby? |
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brer_Fox: And who stuck you up
the way you are? Nobody in the round world. You just jammed yourself into that Tar-Baby
without waiting for an invitation. |
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Online Host: *Tar-Baby rushes out
onto the field* |
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Tar-Baby: WHAAAT WHAAAAAAAT |
