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| Alright, boy, I'm here ta arrest you, over th' stuff with that poor altar kid. | |
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| Oooh, goody... are you going to use handcuffs? | |
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| Hey, I'm on to you! That pleasant smile ain't foolin' no-one no more! | |
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| No, this happened when I was enjoying a moment of gentle flatulence. Sadly, by definition, the wind changed... | |
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