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 | Hey mister tax[head] guy, I'm going down to the cafeteria while you do my taxes, do you need anything? | |
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| Nope, I'm fine. Just a Diet Tab please. | |
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| Afterwards... Taxman Guy goes to work... |
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| Here's that Diet Tab... it's here in my hand, they only had the 1 ounce size, so you can't see it. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Oops!! Guess I better run! | |
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| Raaarrrrggghhhh!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . | |
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