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| Gee, Gilligan... I guess it's just the two of us, huh...? | |
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| Kinda funny how, after I said I wouldn't fuck you if your were the last guy on the island, the Skipper, the Professor and Mr. Howell suddenly turn up dead, victims of a grisly murder... | |
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| heh... Yeah... What a coincidence... | |
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| ...and then when I told you I was a lesbian, Mrs Howell and Ginger turn up in a shallow grave, hacked to bits as well... | |
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| Destiny works in strange and mysterious ways, Mary Ann. Now, PLEASE take off your top for me! | |
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