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| Cold, dingy lair. A pair of jeans left on the floor. Millions of dollars worth of stolen merchandise. Yup, this must be the place. | |
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| Hey! What're you doing in here? And what're you doing with my pants? | |
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| I've come to put a stop to your half-naked criminal ways, Pantsless Cat Burglar! But before I haul you off to jail where you'll have your pants down more than you'd like, why did you do it? | |
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