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| Jim. look we gotta have a talk... | |
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| I'd love to Carl, but I'm late for an invasion. | |
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| No wait... Jim, there is no invasion. Look, we're in my apartment, not a spaceship. | |
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| And we're not aliens. We're just two guys who share an apartment. I'm sorry for the prank. It was mean. | |
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| I'm so conflicted... I mean, I'm glad I don't have to anal-probe other dudes anymore, but geez... I already miss my ray gun. I need a hug. | |
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