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| Hi, Andy! You coming to the pub for a pint? | |
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| No can do, Kajun. I've got to get to the greeting card factory before it shuts. | |
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| I've told you before, they won't print custom "Die, Crowe, Die!" cards. Just accept it. | |
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| That's not what I'm going for. Fuck has hidden $50,000,000 somewhere, and I reckon he's hidden a clue in the factory. | |
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| Really? Can I come too? I could do with some extra cash, then I'd finally be able to buy some trousers. | |
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| That's what you think, my weed-addled friend. For that money is mine- all mine!!! | |
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