“Who's going to help me tell white people apart?”

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But this is goodbye.

I let my mama down, and I'm going back to Georgia.

What? No, you can't leave, Ken.

Who's going to help me tell white people apart?

And what about our tickets to "Spamalot"?

Who will be my wingman at speed-dating?

Oh, Grizz. I'll miss you most of all.

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