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| This is Heaven little Billy Nachos. I'm Jesus H. Christ, and I run the show around here. Over to your left there's a foosball table, and there's an open bar down this way... | |
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| Wait, I'm fucking dead? No way, this is bullshit. First I'm stuck in some dickhead's asshole, now this? | |
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| Look kid, we've got an open bar and a foosball table, quit your bitching and get used to it. Don't piss me off, I'll send you straight back into that dick's asshole and not even think twice about it. | |
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| So... do I get to meet Don King? | |
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| Uh, Don King's not dead yet retard.... ....You want me to hand your ass to you in foosball? | |
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