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| You're in our house. You started a fight, lost it, and had your broken body dragged out of the bar by the pubic hair. It was a completely vile spectacle. | |
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| Well, whoever it was, I'm sure they had it coming to them. | |
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| What? You're the one who got your ass beat. Your opponent escaped without a scratch on her. | |
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| Uh...there weren't any photographers around, were there? | |
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| I'll let this week's Time answer that one. | |
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