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| You're telling me that you've never put a flaming bag of poop on somebody else's doorstep? | |
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| No, not really. Can't say it was one of my big childhood memories. | |
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| It's real simple. All you've got to do is take a shit in that bag you're holding there, put it on the doorstep, light it on fire, and run like hell. | |
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| Sounds simple enough. All right, I can finally tell something worthy to the boys back home. | |
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| (Damn! He caught me. Gotta think quick..) Um, hello. I'm a student at the Culinary Arts Academy and I'm spreading bags of fudge for scholarly credit. Would you like to have a free bag for review? | |
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| Gosh, my child, how do you expect me to refuse? | |
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