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| You're a bit late Timmy me boyo. I have already claimed the soul of Walter Cronkite. | |
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| Ya fookin bastard ya! I told ya I wanted to reap that soul! | |
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| Ach, fook you Timmy! If I have to do all the blacks and mexicans because you won't then I'll be damned if won't grab a celebrity when I get the chance! | |
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| Oh celebrities is it? I thought we were Alpha and Omega? I thought we transcended mere mortal concerns, ya fook! | |
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| Don't be an asshole Timmy! You know celebrities get a nice deli tray in Reception. All blacks get are hot wings, and I'm tired of hot wings! | |
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| Ah take yer hot wings and shove em right up yer arse Jimmy! Fook ya and the Pale Goddamn Horse ya damn well rode in on! | |
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