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| So Mr. Phone, can you transport me to where Ned and Reginald are? | |
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| Listen Mr. Spaghetti boy, I don't fucking know you or your goddamn stupid ass motherfucking shit-faced cock master friends. Go fuck yourself and die. | |
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| Dude, what the hell? Your a fucking phone, your gonna do what I tell you. And...and where the hell did all the hostility come from? Goddamn, I'm not asking you break your back here. Ass. | |
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| Hey alright you fucking shit cock master cunt fuck. I'm not here to fucking entertain you shithead granger rattle motherfucker. | |
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| Alright fuck this. I'll just use some of super alien deity god powers. | |
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