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One hot morning in Hell...
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| Aye, not bad. What about yourself? | |
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| Not bad, this weather has been playing havoc with me bunions though. | |
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| Aye, it has been hot lately. You'll never guess who I had in the back of my torture dungeon? Only that Saddam Hussein! He didn't like it when I bit off his nose. | |
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| No nose? How does he smell? | |
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| He can't, the blood has clotted over the nasal orifices where his nose used to be. | |
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