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Satan and Grim have a chat...
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| So let me see if i understand this... you're worn out and need a vacation? | |
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| All day, every day it's the same thing. You're dead, come on let's go. It's depressing. I just need a little "me" time, you know what I mean? | |
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| You know, I feel what you're feeling. It's a grind, Work, work work. I know just the place. Sunny beaches, sweet chicks. I'll go with you. | |
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| I'm sooo ready to catch a wave... | |
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| I'm telling you it wasn't me! I swear it! | |
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| 175,000 dead and still counting. It was a set up. Last time I let you book the vacation, bytch... | |
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