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Later that night, at Kennedy Bar and Grill...
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| *sob* Why doesn't anybody like me?! I mean, I go around shaking babies and kissing hands... | |
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| Surr, wid el duh repek, eem druunk, en dun wen tuu heer diz enemur...!! | |
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| I thought my troubles couldn't get any worse!! *sob* | |
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| Bikk uup Miztur Prizidunt!! Em heer tu heelp yu! | |
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| Det giy een da niic suut sed tu poot dis pil en yur driink. I deed. Whoa Miztur Prizidunt, git ewe ferm der!!! | |
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