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On a Saturday morning in August, autoerotic asphyxiation.
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| That's not a word! You're making a mockery of the established convention of this series! | |
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| I'm making a mockery of your whore mother, ya fuckin' Askanfilardiphilipiano! | |
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| I will rip out your fucking uterus with my teeth, wench! | |
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