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| Mrs. Wilkins, I'm sorry, but your son Billy died from complications during surgery. | |
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| No, that's not possible. He was just getting his tonsils removed. What were the complictions? | |
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| Well, I guess you could call it a surgical error. I kind of um... spilled some hot coffee on his larynx. | |
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| You son of a b****h!!! I'm gonna kill you | |
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| Billy, your mom has a temper. Hey dude, that surgery, my bad. We're cool, right. | |
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| Shut up. This is all your fault. Just keep plowing idiot. | |
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