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urronerJuice: La, la, la, la, la. What a nice day for a stroll. Dang, another Rebel I have to step over. They're littered all over field.
Rebel: O Juice Master, please don't leave me. I only seek to serve you. Here, let me throw my body over that mud hole so you don't have to get your feet dirty. BTW, your foot smells sweet. It smells like Teen Spirit.

