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| Sure, whatever Gabe. Listen, I know you probably don't want to hear this, but Maura wants me to tell you that she's leaving you, for me. | |
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| I can't see you too well, either. I have cookies in my eyes. | |
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| Heh heh, right. Um, she also asked me to tell you why she's dumping you, which is because of certain, er, difficulties, in, well.... | |
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| I'd get up and go home, but it's tough to walk with all this celery in my shoes. | |
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| Listen, Iron Chef Dreamcast, I got two words for you: spaghetti dick. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a woman to please. | |
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