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| Your boy is unconscious, DeLay. The phone is also tapped, which means that soon your entire plan will be made public. Have fun rotting in jail, you fucking troll. | |
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| Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go back in time, kill your hitman and save everyone at stripcreator! | |
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