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Meanwhile at Merchants House...
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| My scotty sense is tingling, there's trouble brewing at Markel | |
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| Help, Help, Scotty, Scotty please save us, our cursor is blinking and we don't know the difference between our arses and our elbows... | |
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| I'll save you production support team! Afterall this company has been good to me. | |
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| He, he, he - that's what he thinks - have you got all the explosives ready for Merchants House Ian? (By the way has anyone ever told you that you look like a tortoise without a shell?) | |
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| Yes, no worries Tony, and I've got some extra left over - who would you like to can next? | |
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