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The Rev and Bo discuss a night lock-in at Clarence-town
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| Ok, so it was my idea for going back thru Clarence, but you asked the cop if he wanted a beer. | |
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| I wanted to keep you talking to him. | |
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| Me? You da businessman in every sense! I ain't gonna get us outta jackwing fuck! | |
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| Look! *heheheh* I got his fuckin keys, man! | |
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| So, uh, why have we not become of the dearly departed from this wretched place like so many warty butts? | |
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| Diogenes would consider it a selfish act, you smarmy bitch! | |
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