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Best tradition ever.

Don't humor me, Marshall.Let's face it, the gang is over.Ted's gone, Robin's gone.We might as well just go our separate ways.

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God, Barney, enough with the abandonment issues.Ted's allowed to have a life outside of the group.We all are.

abandonment “Š‚°‚â‚č

Wait a minute.Why are you saying that all of a sudden? Oh, God, you're pregnant!

No!

Oh, God, you already had the baby! It's right behind me, isn't it?

No, you idiot.It's just Eventually, we're all gonna move on.It's called growing up.

Is that all you got, bitch?

But can you at least promise me that you won't get pregnant for another year?

Can't make that promise.

You can't?

You can't?

Mmm.Citrus and honeycomb flavors with crisp acidity.It's a Sauv blanc, Loire Valley.Town of Sancerre.

Correct again! Bravo, boy.

No, you can't have kids! You don't want to bring a child into this crazy, messed up world.

I don't know.The world seems pretty awesome right now, Barney.

Okay, Lily, you leave me no choice.If you have a daughter, the day, nay, the minute she turns 18, gong!

nay ‚ť‚ę‚Ç‚ą‚ë‚Š

Oh, God!

But, Lily, Lily, babies.

I hope Ted is miserable right now.

Ted, your lyric baritone is outstanding.

outstanding ‹É‚ß‚Ä—D‚ę‚˝

Thank you, Will Shortz.

Fine, you guys can have a baby, but only under these conditions.One, you promise to always love me more than the baby.Two, once a month I get to use the baby to pick up chicks.Three, that may involve the baby falling from a two-story window and me heroically catching it.Four, no breast-feeding in front of me.Five, forget about four.You can whip them out whenever you want.

And then, something amazing happened.

Holy crap!

I don't believe it!

Well, of course, hell is an interesting concept, isn't it? I've always loved to imagine it as Dante did in The Divine Comedy.If you'll allow me.In the original Italian.

I can't believe this.I'm reciting The Divine Comedy in its original Italian, and nobody's making fart noises! Wow, this is weird.I've never gotten this far.You know, I actually sound kind of douchey.My God.I'm out of control.Listen to me.I'm completely unleashed.I'm the biggest douche on the planet.I wish somebody would stop me.

recite ‹áĽ‚ˇ‚é get far ŹŒ÷‚ˇ‚é unleashed §Œä‚Ĺ‚Ť‚Č‚˘

And then, somebody did.Kids, I think I told you how earlier that year we had seen some doppelgangers of ourselves around town.There was Lesbian Robin.There was Mustache Marshall.And, of course, Stripper Lily.Well, that night, one more doppelganger surfaced.Mexican Wrestler Ted.

I gotta go.

Rule number 83, if anything that comes out of that baby gets on one of my suits, I get to touch Lily's boobs.

Dude, what is it with you and my wife's boobs tonight?

Hey, hey! I don't make the rules.

Baby, are you really starting to think about this?

I don't know.Well, maybe a little.

Okay.Well, for whatever it's worth, I think that we're ready.You know, look, we love each other, we're financially stable and honestly, I don't think it would change our lifestyle all that much.

Aunt Lily still likes to remind Uncle Marshall he once said this.

Marshall, if we were at home with a baby tonight, we never would've seen Ted's doppelganger.Imagine missing that.How would that feel?

I would blame that child for the rest of his life.

Exactly.For the rest of her life.

Okay, you're right.There's no hurry.

Okay, how about this? We agree there's no sense in having a baby until we've seen all five doppelgangers, right?

Of course.Stands to reason.

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Okay, so, when we finally see Barney's doppelganger, that's the universe telling us it's go time, and that's when we'll start trying.Deal?

Deal.

Hey, guys.

Well, well.Look who thinks he can just waltz in here, and be part of the gang again.Well, you can forget it.

waltz Œy‚â‚Š‚É“Ž‚­

Listen, Barney, I -

Please be part of the gang again! I don't wanna lose anyone else! We're all really sorry.We'll even let you recite all the douchey poems you want, and we'll never, never say a bad thing about it.I promise.

Really? Because there actually is a poem I'd like to recite.Friendship, by Ralph Waldo Emerson.A ruddy drop of manly blood The surging sea outweighs The world uncertain comes and goes

I'm sorry.Someone had to do that.Who wants another drink? I'm buying.

Kids, I'd love to tell you that over the years, we didn't all drift apart a little at one time or another.You don't mean for it to happen, but it does.But no matter what, to this day, come hell or high water, we still all get together every year for Robots vs.Wrestlers.

come hell or high walter ‰˝‚Ş‹N‚Ť‚Ä‚ŕ

Good night.Thanks a lot.I had a great time.Willem.Dafoe! Willem.Dafoe! Willem.Dafoe!

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