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| Me not know how give pretty lady flowers. Me con-con... er... confoosid. | |
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| Well, simply hand her the flowers while quoting a wonderful poem by Walt Whitman. Or explain to her your love. | |
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At this point, Big Guy puts down the flowers and gets the knife he was saving for a "special occasion."
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| I not understand smarty-pants man. Me show him what is for. | |
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| Now, the quadratic equation of love is simply just a manner of the symbiotic pressure of the elemental properties of [blah blah blah] | |
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| Hm. Pretty lady wore pretty ring. I go find a ringworm and ask for ring, or else. | |
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| Good god, man! You've cut through my jugular! *choke* | |
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