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| (Jumps out of cake) ♫ Happy birthday, Mr. President ... ♫ | |
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| Dude! Bitchin' party! But there's a cop at the door, probably to tell us to keep the noise down. | |
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| *sigh* Guess I'll take care of it. | |
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| The guy next door? I think he goes by the name of sub-m7. | |
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| Do you know of any reason he would buy himself a birthday cake, dress up in a tutu and scuba flippers, and then hang himself? | |
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