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| You are garbage, Lawrence. I have taken dumps in my day that could kick the football better than you. Go home and be a rowdy drunk. | |
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| You will rue the day! This day will be RUED! I'm gonna punch you in the face old man! | |
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| Hey Carl, get me somebody in here that can kick! I need perfection, somebody with skill, distance, accuracy, and the ability to handle more criticism than Michael Jackson and Hitler combined. | |
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| You have tough standards, Dick. But I think I have the answer for you. | |
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| Hi...coach... I am the Kickmaster 3000. I never get injured, do not go to bars, and I can kick 70 yard field goals with 85% accuracy. | |
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| 85%??!!?! Holy $!#* you're in the tank. Get outta my face. Carl! Get me a real kicker in here... | |
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