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The story picks up at the bank...
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| Hello Clyde. Welcome to bank, how might we help. | |
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| What! Dang I knew this outfit wouldn't work. | |
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| Are you going to ask for something or are you just going to stand there and waste my oxygen and time. | |
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| Hold on. Where did I put it? | |
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| Yeah, yeah. Give me your money and stuff. | |
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