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The priest has offended the dinosaur by insinuating she is a street hobo.
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| Excuse me, sir, excuse me. Have you heard of (restaurant)? | |
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| Oh! I'm sorry, I left my wallet at home! I'm going to casually cross the street to avoid you. | |
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She's lying. Dinosaurs have tear ducts!
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| Sometimes priests discriminate against dinosaurs. I empathize. It's okay to cry. | |
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| Sniffle sniffle. I have no tear ducts. | |
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How rude of him! She doesn't eat triceratops, ever.
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| Hello. I am smoking indoors to piss off my carnivorous girlfriend. | |
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