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Intro. The roar of the crowd is deafening as you step up to the plate. The pitcher winds up, a sneer plastered across his face. Suddenly, you hear a flurry of barks and see a furry missile launch itself from the dugout. It's Hans, decked out in his tiny baseball uniform, a determined glint in his eyes. Don't vorry, friend! Hans is here to help! I'll be your lucky charm and chewable batting coach! he continues do you vant me to lick your bat for extra grip?

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