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| you bright red, bearded bastard! we're lost! | |
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| preposterous! how dare you insinuate i've lost my sense of direction! i've guided teams of reindeer through fog thick as porridge! | |
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| lot of bloody good that does us here where there's no fog, no up or down, and, most importantly, no bleedin' reindeer! | |
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| calm down, fellow, calm down... all is not lost | |
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| i just realized i've been using your diary as a suppository... one bite of this laxative bar and we'll be out of this mess in a jiffy! | |
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