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| Maybe it's because you were too drunk to find your own ass, much less fly a plane? Honestly, how can you even think of drinking at a time like this? | |
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| Hey, this is my medication, jackass. Incidentally, who's in charge of the office while we're busy dying of exposure? | |
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| Don't worry, I left Steve the Intern and Mike to handle things. How much trouble could they cause? | |
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| I'm telling you, there is no law against killing James Brown, alright? Look it up in that book if you don't believe me. | |
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| Son of a b#tch, you're right. I've got a shotgun in my trunk, let's go. | |
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