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| I grow tired of your petty games, Phillip. | |
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| These aren't games. They're muffins. Space muffins! | |
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| The come hither looks. The constant veiled innuendos. The polaroids of you wearing only that purple thong... | |
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| I like games though. Especially scrabble. But games are better if they involve muffins. | |
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| This is sexual harrasment and I don't have to take it anymore! | |
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| Hey, let's make our OWN version of scrabble with letter-shapped muffins! | |
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