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| You wanted to see me, sweetie? | |
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| Sure did. Thing is babes, I've got terminal cancer, so I thought I'd tell you where I've buried millions of government bonds before I die a painful death. | |
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| That way you can live a happy, wealthy life when I'm gone! Now, the bonds are hidden at...Too late, my time has come. | |
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| Heh heh...Hell's got a naked statue of Hitler that's just begging to have a sinner's ass plunged onto it's erect, marble phallus... | |
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| ...so you see Dr Bloodygills, I'm worried that I'll get depressed over the loss of both my boyfriend and his undisclosed millions! | |
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| I see. Well, recent medical research indicates that the best way to prevent depression is to swallow large quantites of shark semen... | |
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