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| Was that you singing sir? The rules say no form of music or any kind of joy aloud! Im goin to have to write you up a ticket. | |
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| What! You fucken prick! Come back here so I can smite you! Im stuck on a cross you bastard! Goddamit, My moms gonna kill me when she finds out. | |
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