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| Well hey there sweet cheeks. What do you say to me, you, a jar of olives, and some plum sauce? | |
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| Oh shit, not this fruitcake again. Maybe if I ignore him he'll go away. | |
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| O come on now, if you'll look behind you, I think you'll see a little present I have for you. | |
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| God, that had better not be what I think it is.... | |
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| Damnit, I told you, NO EDMONTON-STYLE! | |
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| Maybe if I get him really drunk first.... | |
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