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In the dreams of Ron Foster...
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| Ron, you are the chosen one. You are to slaughter George McGavin with vengance and excellence. After that, we'll get some beers and get shit-faced. Deal? | |
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| Well, I just finished up slaughtering a village of homeless people with a chainsaw, I suppose I've got time. | |
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| Oh Ron, please don't kill me with your super pyrokenesis powers! I want to live! I will be your subordinate and concubine for life! Please let me live! | |
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| I've got two words for you, Asshole... | |
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| YOU'RE FIRED!! Hahaha, you get it? Like, not only are you no longer employed with me, but now you're burning alive too! Like "on fire" and "fired"!?!? You are no match for my razor wit, bucko!! | |
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