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Gabe, Jon, now that we've lost Maura, I'd prefer it if you two GOT ALONG, DAMMIT.
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| I dunno... I've still got problems with working with this wimp. | |
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| I'm not a wimp! I'm 250 pounds of rock-solid muscle! | |
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| Look, I'll prove it! Flex time! | |
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| Dear God, I already strained something. Good thing those ambulance guys are still here... | |
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