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Wow, look at Mr. DIY over there. Hey Spalding, what are you doing? You're putting rain gutters up like that on purpose? You do you, man. Great job.
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Yeah, it used to be Marco and Sons, now it's just Son. You get me? Don't ask me about my past, because I don't give a damn about yours. Get some sleep. You leave at first light.
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Hey Derrick! Get over here and check out my satellite dish! Thing won't work right since the lightning storm, and Margie wants me to get a new one. But look! We got Showtime! It's free! I mean, it's in Portuguese, but it's free!
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Hey Zero, what's cracking? Heard you and James are down at the store with them ladies again. You doing good with them ladies? Cause from what I hear they pass you by like a raisin filled potato salad.
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It was the end of the 19th century. Victorian elegance fused with lightning-fast technological innovation. Airships sailed through the skies. Gear-powered contraptions filled the streets. This was the era of steam.
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Guess what day it is? Play inside cause it's raining day. And as your best invisible but very real friend, I have our whole day figured out. First, we have a tea party. Then, we build a castle. Or, maybe a tea party in a castle. Or, hey, you alright?
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Do you know what could have happened if that channel had been left open, Reynolds? One more stunt like that and you'll find your ass off the gunner and back in cargo tagging boxes. Do I make myself clear?
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Hahahaha! Poor Aldo. All alone. No clever escape plan. No team to save you. Nobody even knows you're here. You're mine. And at last, the outer world will tremble beneath my rule.
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Everybody always runs when they see a troll, but trolls have feelings too. Nobody ever says, Gerald, what's your favorite movie? Or, Gerald, do you like fine dining?
