We return to our vitriolic heroes, Jim and Bob! |
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 | Good news! You know that tumor I thought was (belligerent)? My doctor says it's (benign)! |  |
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 | That's 'malignant,' you gormless idiot, and I was holding out for just that. |  |
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Bob tries to scare off his (benevolent) friend Jim by being unpleasant, but his attitude only (bolsters) Jim's (boisterous) nature! |
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 | So tell me, did Satan himself personally send you to torment me for the rest of my life as punishment for a past life, or are you just that obscenely irritating on your own? |  |
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 | Oh, Bob, you're such a gas! |  |
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 | /I will hate you until the day I die./ |  |
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 | Sure, drinks after work sounds great! |  |
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