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| Mam, your chest is too flat. You're going to need to spruce those up, or else you'll have to pay a $300 fine. | |
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| Pa! Pa, there's a suit on the property! | |
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| Mister, uh... Mr. Bitch? Do you know where your son, Mike, is? | |
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| I haven't heard a single word from him for a hundred trillion years. | |
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| Hmm. Well, thanks for your cooperation. Now, I'm going to give your a $300 ticket for low boobie-mass on your daughter there. | |
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