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On a recent vacation, Dave ran into a bit of conflict...
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| Go away. I'm not talking to you right now. | |
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| I don't understand. I carried you all the way to the bottom of the Grand Canyon on my back. What more could you possibly want? | |
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| I want you to delete everything about me from your blog. | |
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| I think you must have me confused with Bob. I don't even have fingers. I have hooves! How could I type a blog? | |
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| Your real name is Jason and I want you to stop writing about me! GOT IT? | |
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| You're MENTAL! And you can walk back to the top of the canyon. I'm reporting you to the Donkey's Union. Bloody slacker! | |
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