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| Oh, Stewey, you got another letter, your going to a mental institute congratulations | |
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| How else can I hurt myself, this knife looks tempting | |
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| I can't stand living with this weirdo, I have to think how to get him out of here | |
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| We'll keep em away from you, come my sea slave, scrub the poop deck, it's full of poop! | |
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