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| ...and so what was the victim telling you before he was found murdered, castrated, and stuck to the women's room ceiling with gum? | |
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| He was telling me about something he found this morning... | |
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| Odd... I don't remember leaving a bloody horse head in my bed... and I just bought these Calvin Klein sheets... | |
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| Sorry to interrupt, but I'm from the Medical Examiner's office. What should I do with the stuck-up castrato? | |
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| Leave the gum; take the cajones. | |
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