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NOTE: Pretend there's a bowling ball hitting Alexander in the ankles. Damned templates.
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| Alexander, watch out for that bowling ball I rolled HEADED RIGHT FOR YOUR ANKLES. Bolton. | |
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| What? OWWW!!!! Who did that? | |
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| Umm...wasn't me. Blame Jacon. | |
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| Argh! I'll never forgive you Jacon! | |
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| I didn't do anything. Anyone wanna play the question game? | |
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| Yes. I lose. Now go away. | |
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