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| Hello, Mrs. Crosby, I was wondering if you'd like to buy some stock in the Save a Snail corporation! It's up and coming! | |
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| Excuse me?! That's ridiculous! Are you a retard or something!? | |
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| Well, Mrs. Crosby, how bout you go outside and play "Hide and Go FUCK yourself?" | |
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| Jesus, you're fired! Get out! | |
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| Fine. Whatever. I dont need this fucking job. I'm the son of god! I've got supernatural powers! I could fucking smite you in a millisecond. So you can take this job and shove it up your fucking ass!! | |
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