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| Uhh, Rudolf.. you think you'd be able to make it this year? | |
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| After last years, escapade. Pleh-Ease. | |
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| Well, I could promise you it won't happen again. | |
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| Not after THAT disgusting display of your capabilities. My ass is still more red than my nose, and it's been a whole year. | |
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| Oh, c'mon. I was going through a tough time. Mrs. Clause went to live her sister and I was in court because of that damn Elf and his big mouth. | |
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| Yeah and you had to beat the living shit out of me. Fuck you, Santa, Fuck you. | |
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