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Feb 20, 2009
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Narrator: Rip and the gang race against time to steal back a stolen, Top Secret jet armed with biochemical neutron missiles! 
Cobra Carson: You know, Rip, we could sell the missiles instead...
Rip Haywire: Knock it off, Cobra! I know right and wrong are kind of blurry for you, but there are bigger things at stake here than me, you, and a ton of cash from illegal arms sales. 
Cobra Carson: Spare me the unicef lecture, weeny- pants. 
Rip Haywire: I wear man pants, size: Danger.
Feb 23, 2009
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