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| You been walking around on your high horse bragging about organizational hierarchy, well what has it got for you so far old man? | |
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| Look, after two games, I really don't know what you were expecting. You need to just calm down. I don't need you ransacking my home because of a difference of opinion on baseball. | |
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The year 1927 a young Franz Fitzman spends his first weekend in St. Louis...
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| On your knees you Cardinals loving whore! | |
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| Stop! My dad is US Marshall Stu Zaporitzwka! | |
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| And you say rent here is only 400 dollars a month? That seems amazingly cheap! And how did you say you knew my father? | |
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| Well you see, Ms. Fritzman, your father and I go a long ways back. I suppose he never spoke of his old friend Stu Zaporitzwka, but I've been owing him a favor for a long time now. | |
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