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| Dammit! Babysitting again... | |
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| Thanks for babysitting, Benedict. Here's $100. Can I have Preston back now? | |
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| What? Babysitting? Oh, right. Preston. Well, see, here's what happened. I was trying to make some food, and Preston kept stealing my food, so I had to take drastic measures. | |
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| So explain to me again what you did with the baby? | |
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| She didn't let me finish. I was just going to say that I went out and ate my dog instead. Damn baby kept eating my french fries. | |
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