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At the Stanislaus County Jail...
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| I've got a delivery for a "Scott Peterson." It's a big cake for his birthday or something. | |
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| Ok, you'll have to slide it through the metal detector, over on that conveyor. | |
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DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING
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| Stop right there! What's in that cake! Don't tell me you hid any weapons or a file in there! | |
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| No! I swear! There's nuthin' metal in there at all! Look for yourself, but please don't ruin it! | |
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| Hey, she ain't that bad...a little skinny, maybe. Her braces musta set off the detector! I think Scotty will like ya fine, there, hunny! | |
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