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| What is thy bidding, my master? | |
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| Do not quote Star Wars at me, or I'll ream your ass with a corn cob again! | |
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| Oh, please. would you? I mean...sorry master, never again.. | |
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| good boy. Now, go taunt Jesus for me. | |
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| Ha ha ha, you really got hung out to dry this time. That'll teach you to give em a symbol they can nail you up on, and leave you to rot. I always thought God smoked weed. | |
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