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Well, the boys made it home and went their seperate ways. Clarence got himself a job...
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| You sure are kind to give me this oppertunity, Mrs. Axewound... | |
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| You sure do make a good spitoon. Now hold still, 'coz i got me a big 'un comin' to ya... | |
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...James became a door-to-door salesman. He was fired within the week...
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| Basically, you give me a shitload of money, and I think about the possiblilty of not taking your stuff and forcibly doinking you... | |
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And Mr. Sticks..? Well, Mr. Sticks is happy enough...
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| I may be schizophrenic... | |
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| ...But at least I'm not paranoid! | |
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