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Poor Johan had drifted into a world only had Trevor entered...
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| I think I smell the scent of booze on you! | |
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He now realised he was now in the clutches of the dreaded mm Banjo...
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| Just button it you dribbling cidered mess of humanity there's only one thing you lot understand! | |
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A relaxing bath awaits our friend. underwater.....
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| You are going to get a nice warm bath! | |
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