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| O FUCKING HELL IT'S JIM AGAIN. | |
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| Been waiting for you, Sun. | |
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| THIS HAS TO STOP, JIM. YOU GOT THE WRONG SUN. | |
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| You know how to end this, Sun. | |
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| LIKE I KEEP TELLING YOU, I'M THE ACTUAL SUN, NOT THE RAISIN BRAN SUN. | |
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| Two scoops, Sun. You promised me TWO SCOOPS THE SIZE OF BUICKS. | |
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