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We travel back to the land of subtitled squirrels...
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| Sweetheart, please take me back. You know I was only kidding about the almonds... | |
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| I told you, I'm not going to be your mate. I'm destined for that hunk over there... | |
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| Gross. A squirrel. Maybe if I talk to it it'll go away. | |
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| Oh, a shy one ,eh? I guess I'll have to make the first move... | |
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| Fuck off, squirrel! You probably have rabies or something! | |
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| I love it when you talk dirty to me! | |
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