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| Ian, I'd like a word with you. | |
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| Uh oh! What'd I do wrong? Maybe I didn't style his hair enough this morning, *sigh*...he just doesn't seem to care about fashion these days. | |
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| Ian, I know you're caring and whatever, but you've been creeping the fuck out of my slaves lately. Cut it out, already. | |
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| Hmmm, he'd look GREAT in pink. | |
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| ...Where are you going!? And did you steal my Barry Manilow cd? It's for torture only, damnit! Come back here! | |
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| Sorry big boy, I have some faux-finishing to do in our guestroom! Ta Ta! | |
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