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Kangaroo Mercenary defends the helpless against big tobacco.
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| Okay, buddy, move it along. 25 feet from any public building. Hit the road, Jack. | |
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| Up yours, Kangaroo Mercenary! This is a free country and I'm free to stink up the joint. | |
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| I'm a kangaroo with a machine gun. Doesn't that make you nervous? | |
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| Nope. Say what's your sign? | |
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| Are you hitting on me? If so, I'll have to shoot you in the stomach. | |
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| How many feet away was it? | |
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