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| Man, fool, I gotta get outta this hizhouse crib, lickety split. I do anything, sheeit, I gettin' crazy up in here! | |
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| Anything??? Even, sell your ... | |
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| Sheeit, dog, I don't EVEN know what you talking 'bout. | |
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| What? What are YOU doing here? I thought you were dead but dreaming in the abyss! Return oh dark one, who's endless night of nightless end doth wound my soul! | |
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| Man, fool, you wacked... peace! | |
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| Oh, please lumber slobberingly out of my sight and gropingly squeeze your gelatinous green immensity through the black doorway! | |
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