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The struggle continues...
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| Married Autobot Chuck: Whu? What do you mean by that? | |
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| Chester: I mean that you have no freedom now bitch. It's just sad we went from drugs and pussy to day jobs and parenting. Face it, you're stuck. | |
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| Married Autobot Chuck: Oh God! It's true! Wahaa!! | |
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| Married Autobot Chuck: *Sniff* I could use a hug. | |
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| Chester: You sir make me sick. | |
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