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| Don't be sassin' me ya dirty, mop-haired whore! After I run my spurs through yer freckled ass, I'm gonna use yer face fer a saddle, missy! Now go on and git my horse, boy! | |
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| Are you Mr. Cowboy's horsey? | |
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| There ya are, horse! Git over here, we gotta haul ass! | |
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| I'm a hadrosaur, not a horse. I'd also appreciate it if you stopped feeding me beans and chewing tobacco -- did I just step in something? | |
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