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| Sir, I'd suggest you put some clothes on. | |
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| I'm fucking Jesus. I don't need you listen to your shit. | |
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| Sir, I'm going to ask you one more time to put some clothes on. | |
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| Look, I don't think I can move my hands and feet very well. If you'd be willing to partake in assisting me to get some clothes, that would be great. | |
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| That's it, smartass. Put your hands up and don't move. | |
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| They're fucking up already and I can't even run anywhere. You don't need to pull out your fucking gun. | |
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