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"Pff. The Kids Next Door don't have a problem obtaining something simple like that! Why I could manage it without moving from this spot!" Numbuh 4 spoke and grabbed a remote controller. It controlled the boxing robot in his room.
Numbuh 5 leaned over and watched the two of them before shaking her head. She knew whatever was happening was going to end up being some kind of intervention that blew up in their faces. It always did.
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 Tighty Whitie Loser.
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