Disclaimer: No bluff. I don't own Phil of the Future, but discarding that fact, please enjoy the following.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Courtesy of Boris Yeltsin's inquiries, check out the previous BEEP, "Don't Answer That," to get a behind-the-scene peek of the construction of a BEEP.
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Nathan? Bradley here. Listen, it looks as though I'm not going to make it to tonight's card game, and before you ask, "no," it's not because you invited crazy "Crash" Kirkpatrick the last two weeks. I don't care how much soda he brings or how much he loses; he's a second grader! I'm not, and you, you shave, or could if you wanted to! Our commitment to a height requirement for our guys' crazy eight's card night, while it sounded great as reverse discrimination, is actually a joke. Er, will you save me some of the peach sherbet I've been craving all afternoon? Really, I want to play tonight; it's just that I'm kind of tied up tonight by-WITH, with the little woman. It's part of the homework for family class. Understand? Otherwise, I'd be there to take -- Yes, Love Muffin ... Nathan, I can't talk anymore. See you next week at the usual time, if I'm lucky.
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