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And now for something... Ah, fuck it. You know the rest.
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| What the fuck? Who the hell are you? | |
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| Nevermind that... Alright, you're created. Now, what to do with you... | |
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| Whoa-fuckin'-oh. I am NOT taking my cues from some hugeass pencil from nowhere. | |
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| Now, now, Skippy McBitchy. Don't make me use this. | |
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| It's a sad goddamn day when I have to pay fealty to fucking office supplies. | |
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| NOW DANCE, LITTLE ONE! DANCE I SAY! | |
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