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| Right then! Let's whip ourselves into a frenzy of violence and testosterone before we charge the enem...hey, where's Scott? | |
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| Haven't you heard? He's gone MPG. | |
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| Gay? So that's why he jumped on me the other day! Bloody queers! The army can do without his type! | |
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| Yeah. A REAL man would have let that grenade blow you into bloody bits! | |
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