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An unpleasant surprise awaits as Jon answers the door...
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| Oh my god... no! It's not true! I'm too young! Not me! I'll do anything! Help me! HELP! | |
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| What the...? Okay, buddy. I'm HERE to help. Where's the corn? | |
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| The corn. You know, the harvest? What do you think I'm lugging around this enormous sickle for? Now, where's it at? I'm paid by the hour. | |
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| Um... we don't have any corn. | |
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| Really? That sucks. Oh, well; just so I don't waste a trip, I guess I might as well rip your soul from your body and escort it to Hades. | |
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