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steve and labass enjoy a cup of curry coffee, and a cigarette, even though steve quit.
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| yo man, phish, im totally labass. whoa. | |
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| hey labass, you asshole, i hate you, im just joking. | |
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labass leaves, and in comes mouser. whispers of love caress his nicotine filled mouth, eh mouser?
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| i love you kid love steve, kid. | |
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| YES! get out the pjs, cause we're pajama partying all night! | |
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just then theres kablaa from the heavens, and mountain bikes come up from the dead and dance like michael jacksons thriller.
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| dammit kyle wicht, you ruined killed mouser! smoke break, i just quit. | |
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