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| Good morning, Inflatable Man. I'm here to kill...God damnit, I'm out of bullets. | |
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| AHHA! Now what are you going to do? | |
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| You're going stand there and stare at my dick through that thing? | |
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| No. Think back to when you were a kid. The sun shining brightly. Ants. Magnifying glass. Finding the correct angle... | |
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