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| Hey hey, little girl. If you give me your lunch, I'll teach you about the glory of Communism. | |
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| You smell funny, like those kids at school who wear tie-dye. | |
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| Come on, little girl, I've got the munchies real bad! | |
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| Well, you can have my sandwich if you can justify violent Revolution. | |
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| Wait here, little girl, I gotta go find the ghost of Lenin again to ask him about that. | |
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| You can have my Trotsky lunchbox and thermos, too, if you can introduce me to the ghost of Engels. | |
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