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Monday morning... Fabrizio is fast asleep.. He doesn't want to work anymore...
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| I am sick of working, why can't I stay in Bed?...I know I'll call my friend Bin Laden... | |
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| Hey Laden my Man! How you doing...? Listen could you get me off work for a while? | |
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| Yeah sure no problem my borther! I have just the thing for you... | |
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The rocket is launched and a few mintues later, Fabrizio's problem is solved...
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