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Late one night in The Secret Society HQ...
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| Greyfox! I bring horrible news from our underground casino! | |
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| What happened Cuban Smuggler? | |
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| We've run completely out of money! It appears some moron is making us go bankrupt! | |
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| That can't be possible! What kind of evil master mind could accomplish such a task? Get your boys to apprehend who ever has done this! | |
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Later that night at the underground casino...
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| Mr. Bin Ladin I'd like to speak with you for a moment please. | |
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| What? Is winning a fair game of black jack a crime now? | |
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