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Well it seemed I wouldn't get the job at the factory so I had to look elsewhere.
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| Hey, Beatle Bailey! You think you can give me a job? | |
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| Ha! Herbert! Your parents must hate you! So what do I gotta do? | |
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| Um...Well you have to get up really early, stay in shape and KILL! AND KILL! AND KILL! | |
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