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 | Okay, Vomitoria, Steve's coming over tonight, and I *don't* want a repeat of what you did last time. So, do I lock you in your closet, or will you just play quietly in your room till morning? | |
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| Ha ha! You mean you didn't like the water moccasins in your bed, Nanny Puke-Face? | |
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| You know, everything I've done to you so far has been extremely mild. I haven't shown you my nasty side yet. Don't make me, Vomitoria. | |
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| And *I've* figured out that the only thing YOU understand is revenge. So, bring it on, Nanny Puke-Face. I'm holding a certain suitcase filled with your Frederick's of Hollywood slut lingerie hostage. | |
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| It's Victoria's Secret, you little douche bag! What have you done with all my lingerie?!! I will make your life a living hell, I swear! | |
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| You don't scare me anymore, Nanny Puke-Face. I found the key to Daddy's gun vault, and I'm armed! | |
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