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| Aha! Jon! I've caught you at last! I'm gonna rip your head off and use it for a teather ball. | |
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| Oh, crap. This guy again. | |
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| What're you doing? Is that a cannon? Do you actually think I'll let myself be hit by a cannon? HAHAHAHAHA!!! | |
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| If it makes you feel any better, it was technically the ammunition that hit you, not the cannon itself. | |
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| Whatever it is, just remove it from my pancreas. | |
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