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| You don't have to yell at me! Oohhh, my head... Hey, where's that chick I picked up last night? | |
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| Dammit. Well, this looks like a good day for Armageddon, so let's get to it. Did we figure out how we're going to do it yet? | |
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| Well, I was totally trashed last night, and I don't know what happened, but when I woke up, I found thirty seven nuclear warheads in my garage, so... | |
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