| Jim and Scott need to deploy a lunch plan. |
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 | I am the despot, so i command we picnic on the beach! | |
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| Howdy Pardn'r, I love those plans but I must devoid the tuna salad because im allergic. | |
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| Jim and Scott meet at the beach the next day. |
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| You were late, you lousy cowboy!!! | |
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| Bite me, butthead! | |
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| Jim, the almighty ruler, begins to diatribe Scott. |
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| MY OFFICERS WILL PUT YOU THROUGH THE PROCESS OF DIMINUTION. | |
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| NOOOOOOOO, THIS IS SUCH A DIRE!!!!! | |
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