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| Excuse me, I'm the principal of this school and I demand that you tell me what the Cloverfield monster looked like. I refuse to go see it in the theaters because my wife gets randy in the dark. | |
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| There was no monster. It was just 2 hours of people overreacting to a horrible drunk driver. | |
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| Really? Thats funky. I enjoy the premise. | |
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| So really, when you think about it, the monster is all of us. | |
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| Well, at least everyone who has the poor judgement to drive drunk. I would never make such an irresponsible choice. | |
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| No, but you made me touch your penis for an awkward amount of time. So that makes you the biggest monster of all. A child molester. I hope you're happy that I'll never be a normal well adjusted adult. | |
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