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| So while we avoid the heat, I suggest you not kill anyone anymore. | |
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| Well, damn! Can you blame me? Those life insurance fruits are going to be the death of me! ......get it? Heh! | |
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| So we're going to have to.....um, why's that police guy getting out of his car? | |
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| No need to worry. Hey, I've got to ask you: you know that little bag of white powder I told you to hold onto? Did you leave that back at the motel? | |
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| I am going to fucking strangle you. | |
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| Like it'll do anything, you dork! | |
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