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| Who the hell is this now? | |
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| I'm John. And this what happened when I used my strip-o-tron to be incarnated here. No, no strippers in a strip-o-tron. I have this gun pointed at you so you don't laugh. And don't ask about the flag. | |
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| John.. um, uh, yeah, what do you want? | |
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| I want to know what you do want. You nailed, I mean, uhm, I dunno, just did that thing to Jesus for the second time. You keep silent all the time. Tell me, what do you want? | |
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| Why was I morphed into a gnome when you said that?! | |
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