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| Hey, whats wrong, little guy? | |
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| I've got cancer. But I won't be able to find a cure because no one pledges any money for Craig's swimming effort. | |
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| Gee, that's too bad. Anything I can do for you before you shuffle off this mortal coil? | |
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| I only wish I'd lived long enough to become a man... | |
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| Tell you what... Let's take a road trip to Mexico. We can get sauced, stuff ourselves with tacos and we'll find you a nice, sleezy whore. | |
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| Hooray! God bless us, everyone! | |
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