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 | This is agonizingly self-important Jim Cantore, reporting live from Hurricane Ouchmyballs. Witnesses state...what, who are you? | |
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| Wallis. | |
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| Oh. *cough* Witnesses state that sustained winds and gusts are...are...my God man, are you drinking a whisky sour? And your hair, how perfectly formed. Nerves of steel! | |
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| It happens. | |
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| I want to touch you. | |
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| I don't take candy from strangers, old man. Step off. | |
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