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| Hi, I'm Alfo, or something, and I'm the head of our operations. I've sold just about everything over the phone, from coupon books to insurance. | |
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| So he's the head telemarketer. Maybe they're like vampires, I can kill him and the rest will go back to normal. | |
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After living a long and fruitful life, Travis Garden passes away and ends up in hell, but not for the reasons he expected...
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| What did I do to diserve this? | |
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| Telemarketers in the back please. | |
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| So, what do you do for a living? | |
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