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| How the fuck??!!?? I mean, it is good Achmed. How do you return? You are not blown up? | |
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| No. My son and I placed our vests upon black people sleeping in the abandoned station. | |
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| So you wasted the explosives? | |
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| Well, you could look at it that way. But I like to think of it as a test run. | |
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| Good thinking, Achmed. Then you will love the new suit I have made for you. And of course your son. May Allah bless you both. In Heaven, of course... | |
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