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| 8 Year Old Chucky: Wow mister, your forehead looks veiny. It's all pulsating like a pile of sleeping kittens or something. Do you like kittens? Can weirdos like you feel affection? | |
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| 8 Year Old Chucky: I bet your lonely at night huh? Do other people run from you in fear? You know, like you're Michael Jackson or something? I know I would run from him. Crazy white bitch he is.... | |
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| Chester: Hey kid! Look at that over there! | |
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| 8 Year Old Chucky: Huh? Where? I don't see anything mister. Haha, you're deceptive. Maybe your herpes is clouding your judgement. | |
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| Chester: .......die.............. ... | |
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