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| I swear to god, he was like that when I found him! | |
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| Well technically if that were true, I wouldn't be kicking your head through a steel-framed, glass window. | |
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| But the simple fact remains. He WASN'T like that when you found him. So with great disgust I would like to see your fat rolls blasted through space at the speed of light. | |
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| Get ready for Die Hard all over again. | |
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