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Yeah, these young boys think they can guard me, that's cute. Been doing this for 21 seasons and still dropping 30 like it's nothing. AD and me got that father-son chemistry, and these rookies better learn quick - this old man still runs the league.

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Just look at my splendid red paintwork! I'm the fastest and most magnificent engine on Sodor, you know. The other engines may be really useful, but none of them shine quite as brilliantly as James, the number five red engine! Mind my paint!

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