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| So yeah, I need to - what the hell? | |
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| I am Sir Braxton, son of Toni and loyal protector of Geico. You shall not pass. | |
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| Um, yeah, I SHALL. And thou shalt get outta my damn WAY or feel the wrath of my flying scissor kick. I'm sick of this shit. | |
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| None have ever defeated me. I fear not your petty threats, for I am a knight of the Oval Table. Begone, wench! | |
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| Now - which floor are they on, punk? | |
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| 3rd floor... 2nd door on the right... please call 911 for me... I think you dislocated my spine. | |
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