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A drunk Melvin finally finds the chippy.
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| What can I get for ya mate? | |
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| Ah sorry mate, we can't serve pie today. We got robbed last night so we can only serve hand food. | |
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| Ergh, all I went is some foood. Does nowhere in this bloody city serve FOOD? | |
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| Sorry mate, its out of our control. | |
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| Ah, you can't tell me what to do. | |
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