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And so begins a conflict of past goings on...
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| Married Autobot Chuck: Whoa, whoa, muthfuck say what? I don't think so jackass, I'M the one that snagged that slice of female goodness! | |
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| Ultra Smooth Chuck: Riiight. And how do you claim to have done that? | |
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| Married Autobot Chuck: Well, I... ..for example.... ..there was this time..... | |
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| Ultra Smooth Chuck: Yeeeeah? | |
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| Married Autobot Chuck: Christ on a bike! What DID I do? | |
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| Ultra Smooth Chuck: Not a damn thing MotherChucker. That pimpaliscious style was all mine. | |
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