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Jon, back at home, is still stuck in his squirrel suit.
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| Hello, Jon? *growl* This is Samantha. *grunt* *drool* I was wondering if you were *snort* up for a couple of drinks tonight? *slurp* *smack* | |
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| I'd love to, Samantha, but I've just spent all day stuffed into an 11" squirrel suit, and I can't get out! I couldn't stand the agony of being seen in public anymore like this. | |
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The number of cordless roatary speakerphones around here is mind-boggling, don't you agree?
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| Oh really? *smack* Then prepare to know the agony *grunt* of using lame bursh-off lines on a Lord of Hell! *snort* *drool* | |
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| No, really! I'm serious! Please don't rip away my flesh again! Aw, man, today sucks. | |
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