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| Hello, I'm President Bush's Cocaine Hallucination. | |
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| I can't, I'm not real. But why do you want me to kill you? | |
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| Because Bush doesn't deserve to live, and I can't kill him because Cheney would become President; I'd rather die! | |
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| Alright, I'll see you later. He's tired of coke so he's hitting the bong with Laura. | |
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