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| Hey Dave, what's the frikkin' matter? | |
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| Darn ocelots stole Conrad! | |
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| But he was on his way to register to vote! Damn those ocelots! DAMN THEM ALL TO HELL!!!! | |
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| Well, maybe Cupid will come and strike us with love arrows so we can "cool each other off". | |
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| Eros? Sidney, my end is sore! | |
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