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9/28/2014 7:16:07 AM
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Start shit here, and i pound your head down into your stomach.
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Calm... Down...
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You..... Die......,
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*watches you*
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Hey....
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I never get a break do I....
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No. You don't.
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Chill Fletch. Boss says he's cool...
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Still gonna snap him like a Slim Jim if he pisses my off.
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Don't! I'll have to clean that mess up.
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Meh. Worth it.
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I better get overtime for this. *Grabs mop*
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It's not happening yet
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*Looks over at the guy everyone at the irish pub seems to hate.* Hello there. Nice night, except for the desticles about. Don't cause any trouble now, or I'll toss your ass out. *Gets up and puts DMR on back, moving to sit in his personal Reinforced Titanium-A chair.*
