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"It's like he's stuck in that space where you realize your entire arm is on fire and people turn into scorching skeletons when you tap them on the shoulder. You know what I mean? No? You are not Wayne.
My favorite line isn't the best line: "Yes, I am a dog/ Now watch me catapult a boy." Right: It's raining pets, hallelujah. But it's the way "catapult a boy" comes out: "cat-a-pult-a-boy," like "cat" is cutting the rope and the "a-pult-a" is the big spoon flying and "boy" is the boulder breaking through a castle wall. Nobody uses catapults in real life anymore, and that's a shame."
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