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After sparing Bool's life in the ring, Juanito asks Bool to move in with him...
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| Okay, Bool. This is our new casa. What do you think? | |
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| No offense, Juanito, but it's kind of a dump. | |
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| Dump? It's got charm! We each get our own bedroom and bathroom, it's nextdoor to the shopping mall, and it's not a fucking steak house, you ingrate. | |
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| A fucking steak house, Bool. | |
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| Okay, Juanito, I see your point. No reason to get sensitive about it. | |
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