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| You made sure all of your victims had a Milk Bone with them...knowing the mad dog would kill for one. | |
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| He was mad (MAD! I tell you). | |
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| You killed the rival to your fathers attention and the star of the show. | |
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| When Dude Puddin 'jumped the shark,' I sliped a milk bone in his briefs. But the shark got there first...caught me. | |
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| And you knew it was just a matter of time before the shark started to black mail you, right? | |
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| Yes...the shark was 'putting the bite on me.' | |
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