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| I've brought you out here because there's a bunch of paramedics who will be able to tend to you after I shoot you. | |
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| Well, at the risk of sounding like an ass-kisser, I want you to know that... | |
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| ...I sincerely appreciate your kind thoughts and I'm sure all my relatives do too. I certainly deserve to be shot, and thank you for taking it upon yourself to perform this unpleasant task for me... | |
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| What's going on? I can't even remember why I'm here. | |
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| ...and please extend my warm regards to the paramedics (who move at the speed of a dehydrated tortoise sitting in it's shell awaiting imminent death). Did you know my Indian name was 'Talking Shit'? | |
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