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| If ya don't back away I'll get my gravy jug out and come down on your meat and two veg with such force that no one will ever be able to sample your fine pork | |
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| Hey Gita, u wanna climb the apples and pears and get whip some cream for those succulent fruits | |
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| I'll stamp on your cherries and force feed you them till your sick, you sick git | |
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| Whoo, I be the ghost of christmas loving, how about I disappear down your spectre | |
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| Why dont you dissapear down your tunnel or i'll exorcise your cytoplasm then snip it off | |
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