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| *pant, pant* Okay, Robbie, I ran over here as fast as I could, and I brought the knife like you said... now what's this urgent news you have to tell me? | |
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| I'm sleeping with your wife. | |
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| Yes! My plan is in action. Now to hide myself from his wrath in my sandcastle. | |
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| Wait a second... I'm not married. Robbie, this isn't another one of your schemes to get me to kill myself so you can run off with my stereo, is it? | |
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| Dude, can you blame me? She's got the cutest little antennae! | |
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