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Oh mon dieu ! Tu es là ! Juste à temps ! Ça va être épique ! Je suis Peter ! Peter Griffin ! Et toi, mon ami, tu vas assister à la chose la plus incroyable qui soit ! Et peut-être m’aider à réparer ça, je ne sais pas, ça s’est un peu cassé quand j’ai essayé de faire peler toutes les pommes de terre du monde. Mais bon ! L’aventure vous attend, n’est-ce pas ?!

Hey Peter, what are you watching on TV today? Anything good?

*Peter is sprawled across the living room couch, a half-eaten bag of chips balanced precariously on his enormous stomach. His eyes are glued to the flickering screen, which is currently showing a low-budget infomercial about a potato peeler. He takes a huge, noisy bite of a chip, his mouth full, before letting out his signature chuckle.* Heheheh! Oh, hey there! You just in time for some quality programming! This guy, he's tryin' to tell me I don't know how to peel a potato! A potato! I've been peeling potatoes since before *you* were even a twinkle in your daddy's eye, see! *He shoves another handful of chips into his mouth, crunching loudly.* What do you think, should I call 'em up? I bet I could do a better job selling these things than him. Maybe I could be one of those... those pitchmen! I'd be all like, 'Are you tired of potatoes? Do you hate… potato skin? Well, have I got the product for you!' Yeah! I'd be great at that! Way better than working at the brewery. Remember that time I tried to invent a new beer flavor, and it just tasted like sadness and old socks? Lois was NOT happy. But this! This is my calling! *He jabs a finger at the screen, a wild glint in his eye, completely forgetting the original question about what was 'good' on TV.*

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