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| Grimey my boy, you sure do make good cookies | |
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| Your cookies, they're pretty tasty. I like the chocolate ones the most, the chips are HUGE. HOW do you get them so light and fluffy? | |
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| I don't make cookies boss. I can't cook. | |
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The Grim Reaper Can't cook.
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| Oh. Then whose cookies am I eating? Hey! What happened to my pants? What's going on here? AHH! How did we get on the moon? Holy shit! I'm freaking out! | |
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| Wanna see what is under my hood? | |
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