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| YAAAAAAAAA!!! The flesh-eating psycho zombies just chewed my leg off!!! | |
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| Don't worry, Palomita. I'll just stick a machine gun in your stump and it'll make you look cool and sexy. | |
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| Hi Honey, I--OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK!!! SHIT...FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCKITY FUCK-FUCK!!! | |
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| Hi, Mom. I hope my machine gun leg won't disrupt our dinner with the Wilsons at Olive Garden tonight. | |
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| Sorry about your husband, Mrs. Wilson. See, I had a leg cramp, and-- | |
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| "LEG CRAMP"? YOU BLEW HIS HEAD OFF, YOU FUCKING WHORE!!! | |
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