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From the corner of the room, Clive plodded over, tea in hand...
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| So... you got thrown in jail too huh? | |
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| No, I just came here to be locked up too you Dipshit! | |
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Clive; Ever the optimist!
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| C'mon Stan It aint all bad... I got free tea. | |
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The moral of this strip is, never turn to quickly with a cigarette in your mouth and a T-rex standing behind you!
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| Ah shit my eye, you burnt out my eye with your cig Stan, ow crap that hurts like hell... | |
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