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| Mr. Dog-on-that-ball, it has come to my attention that you've been making crude and obscene remarks not only to my staff but to their children. | |
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| Yeah, well, you didn't witness the little, retard-mutant invasion of the past week. | |
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| But they're only children. Think of the CHILDREN. | |
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| I DID think of how drunk the parents must've been when these hellions were conceived. However, it's impossible to determine how many times they've been dropped as infants. | |
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| Mr. Dog-on-that-ball, I have no choice but to report this incident to my superiors. How they'll deal with you, I don't know. | |
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| No offense but what you don't know could fill a warehouse. Now if you'll excuse me, I have an appointment with your dead mother in a bathroom stall. Can I get a raise? | |
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