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| Whatcha doin'? Let's go to a strip club! | |
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| I'm reorganizing my rocks. As long as my rocks are out of order, I can't go anywhere! | |
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| Oh look! Your rocks just flew out the window. | |
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| You just shattered the last intact piece of glass we own, but I can't argue with logic. | |
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| Good! I know a great place to find dead strippers. | |
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| Yeah, I'm starting to miss our old one. | |
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