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| Rassin frassin stupid ocelot... | |
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| Pardon me, my good man! I couldn't help noticing that ocelot you're dragging behind you! | |
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| I'm willing to offer you a sackful of magic beans for that ocelot! | |
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| Are you nuts? I'm not gonna trade this thing for any stupid magic be-- | |
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| Or, if it suits your fancy, I could simply jack your monkey ass and take said ocelot. It's your choice. Go for the beans. | |
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