My story begins back in nineteen-dickity-two. We had to say ‘dickity’ cause the kaiser had stolen our word ‘twenty’. I chased that rascal to get it back, but gave up after dickity-six miles.— Grampa
Brockman: ...which, if true, means death for us all.
Frank Grimes: From now on, we're enemies.
Homer: Oh, ok. (pause) Do I have to do anything?
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