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| This is the last time im going to ask you nicely sir.. I have nothing to give my children this christmas. SO HAND OVER THE FUCKING SANDLES RIGHT THIS BLOODY INSTANT! | |
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| You may be forgetting one very importaint fact here, Mr Wallabe, If you blow my brains out there won't be a shagging christmas. will there!? | |
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| Ahh, but if I was to assasinate you and therefor destroy christmas. I would have no need to bring my kids anything... Ah Ha!.. | |
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| Im gonna be dead in a few days anyway, so you cant win can you.... | |
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| Maybe if I stuck the gun in my ear and splattered my own head across the wall... It would solve this whole sticky situation all together.. | |
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| That would probably be the best option.. yes... | |
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