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| Welcome to Three-Dollar Burger, how may I fuck up your order? | |
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| Fuck my order? I didn't think your bitch-ass could do worse than last time. | |
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| Then you don't know me then, you damned Vulcan. | |
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| Your bitch-ass is calling me a Vulcan? I'm not gonna bother wasting my powers on you, asshole. | |
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| So you saw the reality of it all then? | |
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| You're think your little witty puns work on me? Boo-hoo, bitch. | |
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