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| I've got you now, Haiti. No more fun and games. You're going straight to jail! | |
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| Huh huh. Do not, like, pass Go. Do not collect extra biscuits! Besides, that gun is so totally fake. | |
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| What? How did you kno... I mean: no it's not! Don't move, or I'll shoot you! | |
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| Whatever. I need a fix. See you around, dude. | |
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| Why can't I ever manage to do anything right? | |
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| Drugs are bad, m'kay? Nyah! | |
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