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| Ahh, The Willa, so glad to see you today. | |
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| Oh great, not Bobcat Goldthwait again. What the fuck do you want? | |
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| I came to talk to you about my kid. I guess your rommate dropped ass on him yesterday. | |
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| Dude, he's The Pick. I can't control him. Look at him, he's a total fatass. | |
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| Yeah well... if you could let him know that my kid's alright, that'd be cool. He's out of the hospital now, I think he was a little worried about that... | |
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| I think he was worried more about his broken asshole. That little punk split his anus in two. I'd expect a lawsuit. | |
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