Later that night at the Marshalls' house... |
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| Hi, I'm with SHIVCO. I'm here to convince you that your life would be greatly improved by this faux-antique stabby implement. | |
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| Vely solly. No engrish, You speakee now to Masta Malsharr. Come, come. Forrow me. Eat jerro. | |
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20 minutes, a little jerro, and several misshaps later... |
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| Mr. Marshall, I'm really terribly sorry about your house, You see, I'm with SHIVCO. I'm here to convince you that your life would... | |
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| My name is Malsharr actually, and I'm afraid my wife makes all the purchasing decisions for the househlod, you know how it is. | |
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| Actually I'm celibate. SHIVCO is a subsidiary of the catholic church we're trying to get mo... AHHH!! JESUS f#*kING H. CHRIST ON A GOD DAMNED POGO STICK!! WHAT THE f#*kING BALLS IS HAPPENING?! | |
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| Oh right, today is jerro day. I'm sorry my wife always puts in way too much mescaline. I find it always disturbs the fine synergy between the acetyl-psilosin and the quaaludes. Will you be joining us for dinner? We're having my son. | |
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