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| Smirnoff: The evil tentacle of DOD claws at my CS-loving soul... | |
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| Return to my soft, clammy folds... You will be mine... Think of the Colt. Think of the AK... | |
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| Smirnoff: Maybe if I close my eyes and think of my happyplace it'll go away... | |
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Hey, kids, don't do drugs!
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| Smirnoff: It didn't work... There is only one way out... | |
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| Another fine L3370r Camp0r lost to the cause... Goddamnit. | |
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