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| I'm locked out of my house, officer. Is there any way you can help? | |
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| Right-e-o, guv'na! First you'll need a 'ammer and some nails to drive into your noggin. | |
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| Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. This doesn't seem right to me. | |
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| Right. Now go sit in a trash can and sing the Flintstones theme song. | |
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| Flintstones! Meet the Flintstones! They're the modern stone age family... | |
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| Sit there, you little 'ore! You like that sexy trash can, do ya? Now lick my bollacks! | |
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