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| You wanted to see me, Father MacOban? | |
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| Yes, MacKajun. I fear for your soul. The Lord doesn't like cross-dressers! | |
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| It's a kilt! It's traditional Scottish attire! You should know that! | |
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| I understand the kilt, MacKajun. It's those lacy yellow panties that are an abomination! | |
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| Those aren't lacy and yellow. They're tattered and soiled. | |
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| I am at once repulsed and fascinated. | |
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