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 | I forgive you Emma. Now turn it down a notch will you! | |
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| Coytenly mister. | |
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| ..And the Lord said unto his shepherd "You smell of sheep crap!". Did you get that Emma? | |
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| Yeahhhhhhh, I dink I gaadit. You want me to make you a cake? | |
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| Oh how wonderful. The lord and my belly will be plased! | |
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| Taaaah Daaaahhhhhhh!!!! | |
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