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greg trying to flirt with a girl: so, er, then he- he um… transforms? into a pickle? uh, i’m not sure what kind, but, uh, it might have been a dill. or maybe- um, actually, i- i don’t think im very versed in the, uh, many breeds of pickle? they’re- they’re just, like, cucumbers stuck in the ole brine, right?