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| Halt! Dust thou, come in peace, or dust thou come to harm thee. | |
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| Fuck yes, I come to harm thee! This is a fucking workplace, not the Golden Gate, you bridge smellin' motherfucker. Now step off! | |
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| Alright, I'll let thee pass this time. | |
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| That new office troll is a first class bitch. He didn't even ask me a riddle before he let me pass. What kind of fucking troll does that? | |
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| That's not an office troll, it's the bosses retarded step son. I can see where you get the "born under a bridge," vibe though. | |
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