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| Yeah. Look, we're missing an intern and i couldn't help but to notice the bag in the fridge with your name on it. You know, the one that takes up most of the fridge. | |
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| Yeah, so what? I'm brown-baggin' it today. What does that have to do with a missing intern? | |
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| Well, it's just that...whatever is in the bag responds to the name "Mike." | |
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| What's the problem? Can't a guy eat a fuckin' peanut-butter-and-mike sandwich without catching some shit? | |
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