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| BMJ- Holy shit...I'm screwed. I'm also petrified, contrary to the almost bored look on my face. | |
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| Butch- I'm going to eat your pancreas on a Ritz cracker. | |
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| BMJ- Methinks I need a disguise... | |
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| Who the...Wait, where the hell's my knife?! And where did this tie come from? | |
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| Someone who definitely isn't BMJ- Wanna pet my kitty? What's that you say, Snookums? You don't want this large young man to kill BMJ and/or cause him immense physical discomfort? | |
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