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Sharkie may not have killed Dude Puddin...but he knew something. His breath never smelled so sweet.
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| Sharkie! Who killed Dude Puddin? | |
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You could tell he was chompin' at the bit to let me in on something.
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| If you know any thing and still want to continue getting residual checks in the mail, I would give everything you got! | |
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| Okay! Okay, "flatfoot!" Meet me in the executive office in five minutes. (This beach aint safe!) | |
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Five minutes later, he spilled his guts.
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| Hey...anyone know about the half eaten shark carcass slopped on the boardroom table? | |
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