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| ...So anyway, Mr. Diapers, the state would officially like to apologize for implicating your involvement in Mr. McSmokesmoke's crime. You're free to go. Follow me please. | |
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| Say officer, I don't want to be a tattle-tale or anything, but... um, that bunny that you put in there with me turned my ass into a fountain of blood. You think I could stop off at the infirmary? | |
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| Bloddy ass, you say... what'd he shank you or something? | |
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| If by shanked you mean he anally raped me with a toilet plunger and smeared a fake moustache on my face with his feces while singing Mr. Bojangles in a high falsetto, then yes. | |
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