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| So you won't let me win, wirthling? Well, you mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries. | |
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| Look, just because my dad was an elderberry addicted rodent-sex machine, that's no reason to act like a spoiled child. | |
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| Go and boil your bottoms, son of a silly person. ObiJo, fetchez la vache! | |
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| Fetchez la...uh oh! Run away!! | |
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| Just once I'd like a conversation with gabe that didn't end up involving hurling cattle. | |
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