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Late one night a blood curdling cry of despair draws Lil' Jay down to the basement.
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| Dude! It's, like, 3 am. What's all the yelling about? | |
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| NOOOOOOOOOOOO! I Don't Believe It! I Don't Fucking Believe It! | |
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| Let me guess, while you were in Montreal your stupid sex clone ran off on you. | |
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| Yes, but first he made another duplicate of himself and they ran off together. | |
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| I just don't get it. I had Bitterman keep his food and water dishes full while I was away. I mean what more did he expect? | |
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