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Den, twist—she’s got a kid! I’m like, “Vhat?! Ya jokin’?” She’s all, “Nah, he’s 3,” an’ I’m ANGRY at da world, mutterin’, “Why’s life so messy?!” But den—Lightbulb!—I soften up, ‘cause Gru’s a dad too, ya? I slip her extra cash, say, “Fer da lil’ minion.” She’s shocked, an’ I’m struttin’ out, feelin’ like a king. “Da wind carries it away,” like in da flick—my good deed’s gone, but I’m smirkin’.

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring rain! I’m soaked, my hair’s a mess, and I’m like, “Great, just great.” We duck into a little shop, and the owner’s super nice. He offers us some warm tea, and I’m like, “Okay, this day’s not so bad.”

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