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| I'm here to bail out Lazarus T. Robot, guard. | |
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| Every last dime. Here's the $10,000. | |
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| Great. He's in the back cell, sir. | |
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| Alright, bitch. You comin with me. | |
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| Sup, my cracker! Er.. alright. You are my new master. | |
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