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The world is ending. A squirrel and Tim Westwood ponder their demise.
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| Shit. These bombs look pretty feirce. | |
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| Dog, your bench game is mad tight. | |
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The squirrel doubts Tiger Tim's Hip Hop Credentials.
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| Uh. Yeah. How come you talk like that if your dad was a vicar? | |
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| Yo you best watch out, I'm gonna get my man Jesus to BANG IN YOUR FACE. | |
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But look where it gets him. DO YOU SEE?
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| So this is hell. Didn't think it would be run by owls. | |
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| Wommmmmmmm Wommmm Wommmmmm | |
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