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| Right, OK, here's the plan. You distract him while I root aorund the house and look for signs of anythign suspicious. | |
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| Me? I don't care if he's been brainwashed by Commie Nazis, I am NOT sitting next to a gay, Eastenders-watching Brad Pitt. | |
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| Dude, I think it's only fair, considering what happened the last time I had to do the distractions for one of YOUR plans. | |
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| I really think I should check that the choir of seventeen year old reformed nymphomaniacs are OK.... | |
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| Relax, and show me another of these higly interesting gravestones. I wish to know mroe of the 1880s. | |
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