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| Right, first I think I'll make your arms magically detach and insert themselves up your arse... | |
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| Hold on, hold on. Can I first say that the whole wife death thing wasn't me? | |
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| It was this bastard microphone over here. | |
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| You expect me to believe that this microphone talks and killed my wife? I've heard some lame excuses from you in my time, Javier, but... | |
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| I swear it talks! He's just pretending to be a normal microphone. Really it's an evil genius! | |
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