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| Excuse me, my son, but where do you think you're going with those? | |
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| Uhm...I thought, I'd um...go and crucifix my dog, Freddy. | |
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| Now now Tit-Face, what have I told you about nailing little animals to crosses? | |
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| Uhm, to always suck 'em off first and rub their hot animal semen in my armpit hair? | |
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