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| Hey, garcon, c'mere for a second. | |
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| Yes, sir? Something wrong with your sandwich? | |
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| Oh, no. Except that you dumped, like, an entire jar of pickles in with it! I'd have ordered cucumbers soaked in brine if that's what I wanted! Now my fries are soaked with this shit! | |
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| You don't like pickles? What kind of godless scumfuck are you? I love pickles. Everybody love pickles! If you don't love pickles, you're with the terrorists! | |
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| Did I make a mistake? Should I be checking the sandwich to make sure it's not Pickle Parmesan? Is this place called Pickle Junction, or is that where you go to get dates? | |
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| My entire house is green and lumpy. My license plate is PICK-L. Goddamn it, if dressing in clothing made of pickles and calling myself "Percy Pickle" is wrong, I don't wanna be right! | |
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