Okay. I'll try Belchic's request:
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Lucky: Like OMGAWD! I can't wait to bomb some Dodongos cause i'm a r0+SeA B0i!
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Cadpig: My bum is on the ground! My bum is on the ground! Hey Spot, get your foot off my bum-bum!
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Cadpig: Now all we have to do is get our trenchcoat back at the tailors!
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Mooch: Hey! Has Rolly considered taking the diet plan Cornelia posted up on the bulletin board?
(Rolly rushes in and decks Mooch on the muzzle)
Rolly: YOU ARE A b*tch!
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(Cadpig's stomach growls and she belches in Rolly's face)
Cadpig: Yep, nothing like a batch of kibble ta start the mornin'! Next helping, please!
Rolly (Thinking): Am I starting to feel THIN all of a sudden?
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Cadpig: Look, everyone! I'm so strong that I can lift the TV!
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Cadpig (Singing):
Oh yeah! Hit it!
Breakin’ out, I’m on a mission,
Been caught between heaven and hell.
My guitar is my ammunition,
Raise the flag, sound the mission bell.
Everybody always wants control of me,
The only way to get it’s over my dead body.
Take no prisoners, open fire,
Battle stations!
Someone’s trying to brainwash me,
Battle stations!
Six-string shooter, hear it screaming,
Slicing your head like a laser beam.
It’s true love when I’m cranking the metal,
It makes me, makes me, makes me cream.
Never let you get between me and my guitar.
No use to keep trying, you won’t get very far.
Take no prisoners, open fire,
Battle stations!
Someone’s trying to brainwash me,
Battle stations!
Open fire, raise your fist,
Battle stations!
It’s the season to resist,
Preprogrammed morons,
Computer sleaze.
Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah!
Never let you get between me and my guitar,
No use to keep trying, you won’t get very far.
Take no prisoners, open fire,
Battle stations!
Someone’s trying to brainwash me,
Battle stations!
Back off, baby!
Take no prisoners, open fire!
Battle stations! Battle stations!
Take no prisoners, open fire!
Preprogrammed morons,
Computer sleaze.
Whoa! You’re mine baby! Oh! Oh! Oh! Whoa!!!!
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Lucky: *Farts* Hehehe! Now I feel much MUCH better!
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Cadpig: Maybe no one will notice me if I sit very VERY still..........
(Long pause)
Cadpig: Why do I get the feeling that ghost puppies are watching me?
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Lucky: Hey, Rolly. Keep your paws to youself, i'm not THAT kinda guy!
Rolly: Oh. Okay. Sorry.
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Lucky (Out of breath): Whew! That was some piggyback ride, Two-Tone!
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Lucky: You know, Belchic requested Kurtman to have me climb up on the other pups.......
Cadpig: At least you've managed to climb up on me........
Lucky: Oh, hush!
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BTW, if you look REALLY close at the one with Cadpig and the binoculars, you can see a faded Lucky, Cadpig and Rolly in the background. They almost appear like ghosts. Also, the classic rock one was a Winger song from Bill & Ted's Bogus Journey. I hope you didn't mind me fusing in one of my newest running gags:
Lucky wanting to be a ROTC Boy in hyperactive l337 speak.