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After serious flirting, Roger decides to make his move...
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| Hey, uh, after all the times you've grabbed my ass and bit my neck, did you want to dance? | |
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| Oh, wow, um, actually, (hee hee, I love this part) I'm uh, actually here with someone... | |
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| HER NON-DANCING BOYFRIEND WHO'S HAD TOO MUCH TO DRINK AND IS ITCHING TO KICK THE ASS OF ANYONE MY GIRL FLIRTS WITH!!! NOW I MUST TURN YOUR SCROTUM INTO A BOWTIE! | |
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Roger lies in a pool of blood, alcohol, and cigarette butts, as the trap is set again...
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| I'll grab this one's crotch, but make sure you get here faster! That last one actually talked to me! | |
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| Okay, okay, I'll just go to the bar and have some more tequilla shots... | |
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