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| Ga... I mean Killer. You've got to help me. Big Stan said he was going to make me his bitch. | |
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| No problem. You just tell him you're my bitch. That'll clear things up. | |
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| What do I have to do if I'm your bitch? | |
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| The usual. Cooking, cleaning, tidying up the cell. Oh, and you'll need to start wearing makeup and calling me Sugar. | |
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| What if I don't want to do that? | |
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| I can lend you the shiv I made out of a tin can and you can just stick it in Big Stan's ear. | |
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