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| Okay, Jon. Please come down from the attic now. I'm sorry I said if you were a real man, you'd have a car. | |
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| Yes, and I'm sorry I said you had a dumb haircut. | |
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| Oh, and I'm sorry I said I was going to rip out your spine, beat you to death with it, fuck your remains, feed them to wolverines, and when they finally shit you out launch you into the sun. | |
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| ...and what about the part about skinning my family and turning them into a trampoline? | |
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