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| ...seriously, I'm telling you that the damned Diablo has finally left. | |
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| I know... That's why I must begin planning. I'll talk to you later, Phillip. Now, there's a call I have to make... | |
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| So... umm... you aren't going to drink your Long Island Iced Tea, are you? I'll take that as a "Yes, Phillip, you can consume my drink." Why, Thank you Jon... | |
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| So he's gone? I'll be right over. | |
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