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| Jesus, give me a trap, and I must hurry because I need to catch your rivals. | |
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| Sorry, I don't have any that big. | |
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| Then, where am I? I'm in the car. There's no pedals, steering wheel, or radio. Isn't that odd? | |
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| That can be! Kid, you aren't smart. You are in the backseat. | |
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