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| Your name is Cecilweed, you goddamn animal, I ought to take you out back and make you beat yourself with a rusty rake in the shed. | |
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| Get off the shed. For the love of god just get off the damn shed! Oh man, I am really tripping out here. | |
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| I think my hands are made of wood, here have a feel, Jeffy me lad! | |
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| Me sitting on a big fish. | |
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