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| Hey, Billy oe Bob Joe Joe Bob! Where you at? I'm gon' tip over this co--- | |
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At that moment, a rush of power came over me. The device had instantly incinerated the redneck, and his friend was soon to follow. I knew my destiny was at hand.
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| Well gooowley, what in tarnation happened? | |
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| Death. Your tipping days are over, you brainless hillbilly. Chew tobacco in Hell! | |
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