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| So, your dark subterranean temple and cult HQ is coming on well. What's in those sacks? | |
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| As soon as I told Jeff I'd dug a cellar under the house these bags just started appearing. | |
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| So you're insinuating that Jeff's started storing the defiled corpses of prepubescent kids down here? | |
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| I insinuate nothing... but I wouldn't look in there if I were you | |
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Later outside the bathroom
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| You looked in the sacks didn't you? | |
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| *spat gurgle hurgh* Tell my cats I love them! | |
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