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| Laugh, clown! Though your heart is FOOOOF! | |
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| Oh, Jesus H. Christ, lord god almighty. Cracker just farted up in here. | |
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| Little late for that, foghorn. The entire first row is dropping like flies thanks to that D-flat. | |
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| What are you doing on the stage? | |
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| This comedy is finished, hoss. Let's grab that big bitch that played your wife and make our way over to the portico. With her as a body shield, we may just get out of here alive. | |
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