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| I get the feeling that your roommate doesn't like me too much, Jim. | |
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| What, Butch? Why do you say that? | |
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| It's the letters written in blood, threatening gestures with various weapons, and the bloody pig's head left outside my door with nails hammered into it and a note that just said "You". | |
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| Okay, the pig's head was really me. | |
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