There are those with USB cables and those who dig. You--dig.
There are those with USB cables and those who dig. You--dig.
There are those with USB cables and those who dig. You--dig.
Book: Fuck you, and fuck this shit. Shoot me now. You dig my hole.
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Phone: Ok. I'll start on the cover page, and work my way back to page 635, putting a bullet in each one, purposefully missing your vital organs so that you don't die right away.
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Book: Fuck, where's that shovel...
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