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| It's just a frickin ice cream cone. Don't get your panties up in a bunch. | |
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| It's MY Icecream. Me and it shall never part. | |
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| May I ask why you're so hostile? | |
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| This will be our little secret. I'm a mass murderer out to kill anyone that moves. Happy? | |
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| Load off my mind. I thought you were going to drown me with the contents of your icecream then ram the cone down my throat as I gargled up a pool of Vanila Icecream and blood, all the whil... | |
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| You have a sick, sick mind. You know that? | |
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