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| So I says, "Well, them rotor turbines ain't gonna generate gravitons by themselves!" | |
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| Must be tough getting old. My turbines won't stop generating. Like I graviton'd this kid's mom so hard last night. My rotor fuckin rooted her. | |
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| Pardon me, señor director, but am I in the right script? | |
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| I fuckin blew a load of gravitons right in her face. I shot it right in her eye. | |
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| Okay, who the fuck are you? What are you doing here? | |
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| I'm the piece of flesh that replaced your dad. I'd shake your hand, but I just left your mom. My fingers... Let me take you to Hooters: some bonding time. So, yer mother tells me yer a director. | |
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