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| ello mate. Mr. Hussein, I'm the special British counsel sent in to try to convince you to talk. | |
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| May you die a thousand deaths of fat chicks on your face. May monkey armpits fill your nose with death! | |
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| Right. So...still don't want to talk eh. Looks like we will have to bring in the special interrogator. | |
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| Bring in who you wish you spineless coward. May a thousand scorpions crawl up your penis. | |
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