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| What's up, Mister The Snowman? | |
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| Do you know why I kept you after class? | |
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| I had you and your classmates draw a picture of what you want to be when you grow up. You drew yourself holding a gun, wearing camoflage. | |
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| Yeah, I want to join the army so I can protect my country. | |
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| Good job getting yourself expelled, psycho. I drugged your milk to quell the insane murderous rage until security can get you in restraints. I'll have your transcripts sent to Columbine. | |
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WHEEE! HA HA HA! BOOGERS! HA HA! OH BOY!
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