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Last Tuesday... at the LAN party...
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| OK, so it didn't work out as planned. | |
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| No, no it didn't. Not at all. | |
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| Sorry, kid. I was off my game there. So... uhhh... you still owe me that twenty bucks, so if you'll just be payin' up I've got a bingo game to catch... | |
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| No. No you stupid stupid disembodied arm. | |
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| What? You son of a... uhhh... GALRON MUST HAVE HIS REVENGE! GALRON DEMANDS TWENTIES!! | |
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| Shut up. Just... shut... up. | |
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