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| Oh, my son! My son, his life so soon ended! | |
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| Oh my poor son, shot down so young in his youth. Ripped from this mortal coil and he hadn't even tasted poontang! Oh my poor wretched dead son! | |
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| Shutup with that shit right now, it's rush hour! I'm trying to drum up business! Go back to your corner. And try pissin' your pants like I told ya'! | |
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| Okay, but next time we're switching posts! My kidneys can't take much more strain. | |
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