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| You're pathetic. I ought to fire you right now... But I'll let you keep your job, if you kiss my ass. | |
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| I, uh... I can't. My lips are chapped. Sorry. | |
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| Whoa whoa whoa! There's no way I'm letting anyone with chapped lips kiss MY ass! | |
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| So, change of plans. You're going around front instead. | |
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| Ribbed for your pleasure, I see. | |
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