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Lou: That sounded like an explosion at the old Simpson place.
Wiggum: Forget it, that's two blocks away.
Lou: Looks like there's beer coming out of the chimney.
Wiggum: I am proceeding on foot; call in a code eight.
Lou: (into radio) We need pretzels; repeat, pretzels.
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