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 | Soooo, Victoria. Want to play a new game? | |
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| No way, you lush. You'll just trick me again. Like that so-called "game" where you blindfolded me then pushed me down the coal shute. Or that "game" where you told me to close my eyes, then you put scorpians down my dress. No, Nanny Renee, no more games! Go away! | |
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| Ha ha ha ha! Yeah, that was fun! Really, Victoria, you're just way too sensitive! You need to lighten up! Get a sense of humor! | |
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| I'm gonna start calling you Nanny Puke-Face! | |
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| Fine with me, Vomitoria. Now, how about that new game I was talking about? | |
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| I hate you, Nanny Puke-Face! | |
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