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| Brad. He writes, Dear Gabe. Dexx drew your character so you don't need to use the exploding dog stickmen anymore. | |
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| Yeah, right. Have you seen that thing? It's a freakish love child of Mr. Clean and Popeye in a polo shirt. | |
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| I hear that. You got a pen on you? | |
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| It said, 'Dear Brad. Why don't you go shit in your hat? PS - Get a haircut, hippie.' | |
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