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Satan had been running out of ideas lately, so he came to me for inspiration.
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| You've got a sicker mind than I ever will. Help me out. | |
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| Well... Yesterday, I put sand, lemon juice and other things in DH-01's K.Y. | |
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| That wouldn't work. He'd notice. | |
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| Oh, not until the novocaine wears off. | |
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