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| Oh Jimmy, I'm so depressed. My dog Scrappy attacked Wade and now he's dead. | |
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| Wade's dead? Dammit! He was gonna hook me up with his sister! | |
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| No, Scrappy's dead, idiot. Why would you wanna date Wade's sister anyway? Isn't she a zombie too? | |
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| Sorry to hear about yer dog. But, umm, nah. She's adopted. Besides, what do you have against the "living impaired"? | |
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| You're right. I should be more open-minded. Wade and I briefly went out, ya know. | |
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| You dated a zombie? Get away from me, freak. | |
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