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| I have you trapped, Mr. Bond. And I'm about to inflict upon you my most notorious machine. | |
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| Oh yes, Duran Duran, I've heard about it. A machine that literally fucks the life out of you. Well, I'm not afraid of it. Strap me in! | |
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| Hah! I said my most notorious machine. I was referring to my portable CD player. | |
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| A CD player? And you expect me to die? | |
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o/` Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand...
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| Why no, Mr Bond, I expect you to sing! | |
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