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| Here, squirrely squirrely squirrley! | |
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| Jim! I'm not a squirrel, I'm Jon stuck in a squirrel suit! Why are you hailing squirrels on the street? You were going to try to eat me, weren't you, you sick bastard? | |
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| Wut the... Jon? Naw, Jon. I know you don't think much of me and us cowboys, but you've gotta give me a little credit! | |
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| Oh, sorry, Jim. But you're making me a little nervous anyway, so I'm outta here. See ya. | |
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| Okay, Jim, I FINALLY found some of those acorn-flavored condoms you wanted. | |
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| Took yer time, too. Anyway, let's head over to the park. Buncha wierdos hang out 'round here. | |
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