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| Yo, man, what's been takin' you so long? | |
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| There's your bloody horny tree over there. Now tell me where Simba is. | |
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| Simba should be down the street a ways sunnin' hisself and all that. And what'd you mean, tree? Trees don't got flowahs. | |
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| Deal with it, sod. I'm getting out of here. | |
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| Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout. | |
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