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| NO! NO! DON'T KILL ME! Here, I'll...I'll give you twelve dollars! I'll give you my library card! I'll give you an unused condom...RIBBED! | |
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| Your boyfriend? Nope, haven't seen him. *BURP* | |
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| Oh, that dweeb. He must be hanging around here somewhere. | |
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| I swear, he'd lose his head if it weren't attached. What a meathead. I'd dump him if he weren't such a beefcake. | |
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| Slow down, please...too many set-up lines for me to deal with all at once... | |
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