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Oglethorpe: No, do not push those buttons! They are red, you will destroy us all!
*beep. Party baloons and confetti come down.*
Emory: Allright, party time!
Oglethorpe: Who's birthday is it? Someone gets a spanking!
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Frylock: Are you a peaceful race?
Oglethorpe: well, yes! We are barbequing, aren't we not?
Emory: How do you like your melons?
Oglethorpe: EMORY THE MELONS ARE ON FIRE!
Emory: Well of course they're on fire! They're not ment to be cooked!
Oglethorpe: Oh, what do you know of fire? You prance around like you have laser eyes!