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| Santa forgot to leave this gift for little Becky Schmelmanfoofer. I'm trying to find her. | |
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| Becky Schmelmanfoofer? She's buried in my crawlspace under a layer of quicklime. | |
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| I...oh. Did you murder her? | |
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| Of course I murdered her, dipshit. Why else would I bury her in my fucking crawlspace? | |
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| Oh, well...heh, heh...I collect pine cones and make little pine cone people out of them. | |
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