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| You idiot. I can't believe you let that fucker get away. | |
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| I don't know what happened! We were talking, then he ran! What could I do? | |
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| Gee Cottontail, I wonder. You're over 6 feet tall, broader across the shoulders than I am across the hips, and oh yeah, you've got a belt or two in judo. Nope, you couldn't do anything.... | |
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| See? I knew you'd understand my point of view. You're so great. | |
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| You know what honey? Next time, just stand back and leave it to a professional, okay? Honestly, if you want something done right... | |
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| ...Don't leave it to your pet bunny rabbit? | |
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