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| Married Autobot Chuck: I'm about to leave. | |
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| Married Autobot Chuck: Why can't you just let me have my time in the spotlight and let me lead my life in peace you jackass?! | |
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| Chester: Your cunt just went dry in the sunlight and now you need a little grease in your stank ass? Awuh? | |
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| Married Autobot Chuck: Godamn you I didn't say that! | |
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| Chester: Funny, that blubbering vagina you call a mouth doesn't LOOK dry. Perhaps if you sucked on a sanitary napkin for a bit and put on a bib or something we'd have better communication here. | |
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