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Alright, time for me to put an end to the Vidmaster7 versus Pulg fight.
*Douses both individuals with a "potion of XP gain" which causes them both to level up.*
And as for you Sissyl, here, take these!
*Hands Sissyl a map to all of the gyms and a "fast pass" to instantly access them.*
There! Now that's done, I'm off!
*Flies away to the number one tropical resort (yes I'm talking about GoatToucher Island).*

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Either one you you related to Cousin Itt?

Uncle Teddy |
* tosses a box of donuts into a bottomless pit *
* watches as a dozen police officers jump in after it *
They have now.

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Go ahead! I wear sunblock!
*Shows everyone the sunblock bottle, which also states that the product was made by GoatToucher.*
This stuff is great! I need only apply a thin layer of it and not only does it stop me from getting sunburn (even if I were to lay on the sun itself) but my skin feels so soft and supple!

Uncle Teddy's Bear, Fred |
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* wanders in, sniffing the air *
Bacon! Bacon! I smell bacon!
* walks over to Count Reiner Heydrich and takes a bite out of his leg *
Oh, sorry - seems GoatToucher's sunblock, when applied to vampire skin and exposed to sunlight, produces a scent not unlike bacon frying.
* chews and swallows the bit of flesh *
Makes it taste like, too.

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That's not me, my ursine friend, but I didn't exactly say whether I was alone in the sunlight or that I hired an impersonator. Still, that is quite the discovery (and thank goodness I applied a very thin layer onto myself).
*Quickly checks wristwatch.*
Don't mind me, Fred, I'm just checking the time so that I know when you will die as consuming vampire flesh results in fatal gastric poisoning.

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Woulja look at that??? The Count is in broad daylight, drinking wine...and eating chicken!

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Vidmaster7, it's impossible for a vampire to get skin cancer (mainly because of the obvious) as a matter of fact we vampires are immune to all diseases. Trust me, the last person who tried that wound up needing to apply several applications of repose cream (and yes, the individual was indeed GoatToucher).
*Puts on a GoatToucher brand gasmask.*
Oh Fred, I believe that Uncle Teddy once told me that when you (Fred) eat otherworldly things (because my impersonator was from another world like me), you get even more gassy than usual.
*Holds breath (somehow) and counts backwards from ten.*

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Oh, those are some of my favorite products! The process by which I gather the necessary fluids for the repose cream is delightfully groin-curdling! The subject must be in just the right state of mind when you harvest: a succulent combination of terror and gratification.
And the gasmask? 100% organic scrotum leather. "What kind of scrotum?" I'll never tell!

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Yeah, they were. Grandpa Wonderbra and I just so happen to be part of an organisation that helped finance the new movement of peace and love: the Velvet Underground! (I got the name from a failed rock band).
Also, I don't care what kind of leather the gasmask is made of, just as long as it does it's job of preventing me from suffering from a gas attack. Seriously, I've used GoatToucher products so much now that there's no going back.

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What year was that Comte de Malodor, 1817, you say?
*Ponders for a moment.*
I don't know why, but I'm pretty sure that it was in 1817 that I pulled a prank on you by placing a mousetrap in your favourite cookie jar and when you fell for the trap you staggered backwards and fell out of the window in your highest tower and promptly plummeted to your death. Naturally you got resurrected and we all had a laugh about it.

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Indeed, liquid sunshine is very potent, gives one the look of being drunk and looks like they're about to sneeze at the same time. Puréed garlic ain't to bad, it never can be faster in human blood (or any blood for that matter), but whatever you put it in does have an enhanced flavour.
*Goes over to the closet that IHIYC is currently hiding in and shuts the door.*
I thought we got rid of all the people who told bad jokes.