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| ...I mean, hell, Redundant's gonna get himself killed and I don't even really care. You understand where I'm coming from, right? | |
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| Yeah, yeah... hey, fella? Do you prefer barbeque or honey mustard sauce? | |
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| Why should I care?! What does this have to do with... oh, nevermind. And stop feeling my breasts. I don't swing that way... or any way, for that matter. | |
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| We will feast well tonight, my precious... | |
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| ... I can't believe it's not WORKING! This is horribly, disturbingly and astoundingly unnerving and demoralizing! | |
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| Oooh, baby! After I rob the bank, wanna go out and get our scrotums stapled? | |
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