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 | With Larry outta the way, you are mine Twicky 2.0! | |
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| I only work for Larry...and possibly for the strip club down the street. If you see any matchbooks with phone numbers layin' around, let me know. | |
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| I order you to....KILL THE BOSS!!!! | |
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| What? How the f#*k am I supposed to do that? I don't have arms, or legs....or chainsaws, how do you expect a computer to climb fifty flights of stairs and then murder somebody? | |
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| You'd better, or those matchbooks you wanted, will never bee seen again, and your girlfriend, Haley The stripper will be killed. | |
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| Haley? You mean Kimberly. OH right, THAT Haley! She's NOT my GIRLFRIEND. | |
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