A: Best Laid Plans

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Fred: Female Hyenas— especially Brigade females— are rarely in the mood, except when they're in heat, which they euphemistically refer to as "being drunk." Then they either lock themselves away, or find a willing male. Personally, I shudder at the thought of some lust-crazed brute having her way with me, so it's a good thing that the clauses of the contract my parents made with the Duchess specify that I am allowed to mate only with her chosen Heir. So I am off-limits; and even if I wasn't, I doubt any one of them would give me so much as a second glance. And as I spend most of my day alone in my office, the matter has never really... come up before.

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Horn: If there is one man in the history of the world who would benefit from getting laid, it's you, Mate.

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B:

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Kathy: Thanks to you, we've been nominated for an Ursa Major Award! You guys are fan-tastic!
Sandy: But now comes the hard part! We're up against some pretty stiff competition... we're going to need all the help we can get to win!

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Kathy! So here's the deal— if Carry On wins, the Lieutenant here will take off his glasses!
Fred: Hey—! Don't pimp me out!