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| Hey there buddy... will you be my friend? | |
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| How about fuck no, you greasy little shitstain! Go to hell! (I've been there... it's not nice). | |
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| How about you, Mr Chicken? Will you be my friend? | |
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| I would, but... I have to go. Somewhere far away from you. Don't try to follow me or I'll call the cops! | |
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And lo, it would seem that James Skaif is forsaken. Into the wilderness shall he wander forever, a lost soul in a desert of despair. THANK GOD!
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| Jethro... you're my only hope. Will you be my best friend? | |
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| Skaif, it's not exactly a secret that I hate you. I'm founder of the 'I Hate James Skaif' club. We have badges, and certificates. I'd invite you to join, but we all hate you. | |
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