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| Hey Carl! Say, is there something different about you? | |
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| Yeah... I'm pretty sure there's something different. | |
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| Maybe it's that I'm Satan now, as opposed to last week when I was just Carl from the mail room. | |
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| No... no... Oh I know... you don't smell like a homeless man's butthole anymore! | |
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| Oh yeah!!! I found some soap, ironically up a homeless man's butthole. | |
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