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Wolves.
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Mountain men, wolves, and buzzards, a
regular jamboree of like-minded idiots.
:28:15
Why don't you pretty ladies
go on and collect chips for us?
:28:19
Chips?
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Buffalo chips were prairie fuel,
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oil of the plains, fuel for the campfire,
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manna from the bison, fast and plenty.
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But somebody had to gather them.
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Here, put them in here.
:28:40
What's your name?
:28:42
Marquis jones, from illinois.
:28:46
How many of these do
they expect us to collect?
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That greasy-looking pig
said as many as we could.
:28:52
We'll show him.
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Make a circle.
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Circle 'em up, my friends!
:29:17
Be it ever so humble
:29:21
there's no place like home
:29:25
a charm from the skies
:29:29
seems to hallow us there
:29:34
which seek through the world
:29:38
is never met elsewhere
:29:43
home, home, sweet, sweet home
:29:49
there's no place like home