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| God, Beast-Priest and Cullen are fat. I wish they were here right now so I could tell them how fat they are. | |
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| Hey it's me Beast-Priest. How are you my good friend? | |
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| Priest, you and Cullen got fucking fat. I just wanted to punch you in the stomach and watch it jiggle for hours, if that's ok with you. | |
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| I'm sorry I'm so fat. I wish I could stop eating but I just can't. It's those damned Jews. They just keep feeding me pop tarts. | |
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| Cullen. I'm tired of everyone calling us fat. | |
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| It's because we are fat, you fat idiot. Don't talk to me while I'm eating pop tarts. | |
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