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| Got a clove, Larry? I'm all out, my man. | |
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| Look, Chester. I don't know how to tell you this, but I just hijacked your personal email and sent death threats to the presidents of five different nations. | |
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| Hey man, all I did was ask for a cigarette. You didn't need to send me on a bum trip. I know we're not friends. I can't stand your "Miami Vice"-looking ass either, but we have to work together. | |
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| Look, Chester. All of us in the office got together and started a charity to raise money so we could hire an assassin to kill you, and we're just 5 bucks shy now. | |
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| How about it? Got a spare $5? | |
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