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| Hello, dear Shella... I seem to have a stick up my ass. | |
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| Oh how pleasent... I thought I told you that the Drunken Master was my boyfriend. | |
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| Damn! The Drunken Master! He's gonna kill me!!! | |
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| Hey! Don't mess with my girl! | |
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And so, the creep, Rello never got the stick out of his ass...
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| Bring it on, Drunken Master! | |
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| Damn, they'res only three panels... I can't beat you up... We must destroy the first panel and replace it at the end! | |
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