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| Excuse me, how do I get to Johnson Street? | |
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| Welp, erm, ya go down that thur high way an turn riot at the big oak tree. Eeets abot thurteen miles from thur ifn ya mek yer maw ker shaw ner paja do sal nigget. | |
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| Wait, what? Repeat that. I need to write this down. | |
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| yer durn skippeh son we goin git der fookin whale mart bliggity bloo blah | |
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| What god did I piss off in a past life... | |
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