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| Me looking for The Booker... | |
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| Umm... I fired him. Have no idea where he might be, Butch. Whatcha gonna do with that kinife? | |
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| ET TU, Butch? I just want him to pay me for his last full-body massage! Let me know if you find him. | |
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| You take me to your daddy, The Booker, now. | |
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| The JACKSON would love to help you out, partner, but he's afraid that accessory to murder charges just might stick to him. Oh Yeah! | |
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