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One day at Mickey Dees...
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| Well, 'ello thar. Welcome ta Mickeh Dees. Whawt's yo'r order then, chap? | |
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| Yo, wassup du'. I'm not here to eat, I need some intell'. Any blues come in here? | |
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| Blues...? Like sad people? | |
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| Nah, bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout the motha'fuckin' crips! | |
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| Yo, this is Blood territory now, dog. Recognize. | |
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