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| Please Jim, this is serious! I need to look at your rectum! | |
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| There's no evidence of bone splinters Jim, just wood. But that's not even what I'm talking about! Show me your rectum, quickly! | |
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| You son-of-a-bitch Bones! I come up here to change my shitty shorts, and everybody wants to look at my asshole! | |
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| Would it make you feel better if I showed you mine first? | |
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| You know what? That would make me feel better. That's very considerate of you. I'd like to touch it too, if that's alright. | |
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