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| So you are saying that I will blow myself up. And my son will blow himself up. And you will live? | |
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| Yes, my friend, I will suffer in my life here in the Land of the Great Satan. | |
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| That does not sound like suffering to me. | |
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| Well, you will be in heaven with 72 virgins. And I will be here with my many daughters. All of whom are useless as you know. | |
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| Well, when you put it that way. | |
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| Good, get yourself and your son into the exploding vests and get going. The View is on soon, and I have margaritas in the blender. | |
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