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| Looks like we're lost, Brad. I'm guessing we're in the colon somewhere. I...hey, what the hell is that? | |
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| Nevermind Smoke-em. Smoke-em is going away now. Don't hurt, Smoke-em. | |
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| We're not going to hurt you. We're trying to find our way to dcom's butt...or find a way to save the universe, we're not really picky. | |
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| Smoke-em can take you. Smoke-em can take you to the precious. You follow Smoke-em, he take you to the precious. | |
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| Hey, has anyone seen my cigarette? | |
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| Good grief, this is exactly the feeling I got the last time that someone crammed a lit cigarette in my butt. Better not to ask the circumstances. | |
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