| Bob goes on vacation with his family... |
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 | Hey daddy, look at me. I'm playing the fiddle under the Eiffel Tower. | |
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| Wow... that looks like a rocket. Add a few boosters and BOOM off you go! | |
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| Stop it Dad. I know that look. Stop thinking about work, daddy. | |
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| A couple of hydrogen tanks, a copule of fuel lines, an igniter... WHOO HOO! | |
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| Son of a b#tch! Everytime we go on vacation, Dad wants to make some tall, pointy thing go up! | |
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| I could take that many ways... But hey, go fetch Daddy a new rum and coke, tout suite. | |
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