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Swine-Town, Friday Evening, Mal and Ross are contemplating their birthday weekend.
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| What shall we do this weekend Ross? | |
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| dunno Mal, drink beer, ummm, drink lager, maybe torch the town? | |
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Swine-Town, Late Saturday Night, The smell of toasted pork rind drifts over the towns burning ruins
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| I knew I shouldn't have touched that MD20/20, I'll get my coat | |
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| Hey, I wanted another beer! | |
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The former location of Swine-Town, Sunday Morning,
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| Ross, we torched the town. | |
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| Its alright Mal, I have beer! | |
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