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"The way I feel, I don't expect to go to sleep for a year. I'm on fucking fire!"
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how 'bout a nice greasy pork sandwich served inna dirty ashtray?
Budduskey:i am the motherfucking shore patrol,motherfucker!i am the motherfucking shore patrol!give this man a beer.
"Repent, Harlequin!" said the Ticktockman.
"Get stuffed!" replied the Harlequin, sneering.
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