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| I pity da po' fool who steal my WD-40. | |
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| Damn it, Clango. Did you install that Mr. T chip again? | |
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| Whachu talkin' bout, sucka? Missa T ain't got time fo the jibba jabba. | |
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| I'm leaving. And don't even think about coming back to my place until you're done being stupid. | |
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| She come back to her senses when she take a look at my gold chain collection. All you kids, drink your milk and stay in school! | |
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