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You get out of your clothes. Yes, Buck Tarbrush. And... Leroy... My legs are old and bent. What about Ange? Isn't that right, Henry? But it's not extreme, you know. You still like me, don't you? Thank you, my man, sir. I'll grab his pants. Follow the guard, the holy guard of Jeru… Child, didn't they tell you? Well, I might now. Look at it. You ought to lay off that surfer food.